Lord, Why Did You Make Me Black?

Now, don't get it twisted. I'm a proud black woman. *insert black power fist here*

Sometimes tho, I can relate more to the beginning of this poem than the end...sigh.

I know I'm made in HIS image, fearfully and wonderfully so...but why do folks feel the need to take me for granted, abuse me and treat me so wrong sometimes!? *irked*

Anywho. Here's the poem, in case you've never read it:

Lord, Lord,

Why did You make me Black?

Why did You make someone

The world wants to hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes;

The color of grimy hands and feet.

Black is the color of darkness;

The color of tire-beaten streets.

Why did You give me thick lips,

A broad nose and kinky hair?

Why did You make me someone

Who receives the hatred stare?

Black is the color of the bruised eye

When someone gets hurt.

Black is the color of darkness,

Black is the color of dirt.

How come my bone structure's so thick;

My hips and cheeks are high?

How come my eyes are brown

And not the color of the daylight sky?

Why do people think I'm useless?

How come I feel so used?

Why do some people see my skin

And think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don't understand.

What is it about my skin?

Why do some people want to hate me

And not know the person within?

Black is what people are "listed",

When others want to keep them away.

Black is the color of shadows cast.

Black is the end of the day.

Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me

And I know this just isn't right.

They don't like my hair or the way I look.

They say I'm too dark or too light.

Lord, don't You think it's time

For You to make a change?

Why don't You re-do creation

And make everyone the same?

GOD ANSWERED

Why did I make you Black?

Why did I make you Black?

Get off your knees and look around.

Tell Me, what do you see?

I didn't make you in the image of darkness,

I made you in the Likeness of ME!

I made you the color of coal

From which beautiful diamonds are formed.

I made you the color of oil,

The Black Gold that keeps people warm.

I made you from the rich, dark earth

That can grow the food you need.

Your color's the same as the panther's

Known for (HER) beauty and speed.

Your color's the same as the Black stallion,

A majestic animal is he.

I didn't make you in the Image of darkness.

I made you in likeness of ME!

All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow

Can be found throughout every nation;

And when all of those colors were blended well,

YOU BECAME MY GREATEST CREATION.

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool.

Such a humble, little creature is he.

I am the Shepherd who watches them.

I am the One who will watch over thee.

You are the color of midnight sky.

I put the stars' glitter in your eyes.

There is a smile hidden behind your pain.

That's why your cheeks are so high.

You are the color of dark clouds formed

When I send My strongest weather.

I made your lips full so when you kiss

The one that you love, they will remember.

Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick

To withstand the burdens of time.

The reflection you see in the mirror...

The image looking back at you is MINE.

RuNett Nia Ebo

I Got my MBA for THIS?!?!

Okay.

So I'll be the first to admit, I could do better at work. I mean, how often do I find myself doig ish that is totally un-work related when I'm here? I feel like its inevitable; I mean, I'm here for 10 hours a day (if you count my commute) so its stands to reason that I'mma do other ish sometimes.

BUT...

I've so had it with being treated like a damn SECRETARY. I mean, I'm so outside the loop on things in my own team, and when I am included its like "schedule this meeting" or "rework this report that you've already reworked half a dozen times." WTF?!?!

Dude. Seriously. I have a Masters degree. An MBA with a focus in Marketing. This glorifies secretary ish is NOT what's tepid in the cul-de-sac! I didn't bust my hump to get scholarships and then take out loans for what wasn't covered to be a damn SECRETARY!

WHHOOOSSSAAAHHH.

But its cool tho. I know I'm bout to be outta here like last year. And I bet they have an inkling. I say just fire me and get it ova with. Then I can collect unemployment. Shoot, I could prolly get a break on this rachet-ass tax bill I gotta pay. LOL

What a Week...

This is not a positive post, so feel free to click the "X" in the corner of your browser.
I just feel so...blah!


Like, I have so much going on, and I'm truly blessed. I realize that.
But I'm not happy.
I hate to whine, I really do. but...
I WANNA BOO! *whiny kid voice*
I'm tired of my only companionship being my girlfriends. And I'm not trying to just settle mind you. I want someone thats REAL and ready for the type of relationship that I want to have. Someone that measures up to my expectations.

I have a male "friend" (meaning he wants to bone, but I'm not having it)that wants to "be with me" (translation=have a lot of sex, maybe possibly make me his girlfriend. SMDH), but I won't give that fool the time of day in a clock shop. Why, you may ask? Sure hes an employed, mobile, educated individual. Moderately attractive and TALL to boot. (y'all know I like dem tall boys)
So why no dice? This man has 2 children. By 2 different women. And I'm sorry, that's not a row I'm tryinta hoe. Its too tuff. Plus, he doesn't want to get married for another 5 years or more. WTF!?! I broke it down for him this way:
-I will be tethered to the NE. If I'm with you, you aren't gonna be moving farther than DC. I want SOUTH of the Mason Dixon sir. No bueno!
-What am I sposed to do while your life plan catches up to mine? I want to be married by 30 at the LATEST; you are already 31 and you tombout another 5 YEARS?!?! So I suppose if I want babies, I gotta be baby mama #3 and just keep my fingers cross that you'll marry my ass, when based on your track record, that ain't happening? o_O
-If by chance all thhatACTUALLY DOES work out, I can't think about just my kids, I gotta think about ALL the kids. I can't just send mine to private school; its not fair to the others. I gotta think about 2 extra gifts at Christmas, 2 additional birthday parties to plan a year...we gotta schedule vacations around our kids' breaks AND when you get visitation...not my idea of fun sir!
Now I'm a bad guy for thinking this way, but men discriminate against women with kids ALL THE TIME. That Guy (Atlanta Guy) and I have discussed this as length. He makes a great point: I've done all I've done and made it this far without any children, why should I have to deal with someone else's mistake for the rest of MY life?
Am I to think if I'm going t have a quality companion, I've gotta to deal with this? SMDH. *wall slide*

I hate happy mofos like this right now. *sigh*

Single, B*#9:y Rant

Okay...

Before I start, please know I don't often do the "woe is me, I'm single" thing. I dig being independent, and although I wish I had companionship other than my female friends, I know I'm not quite ready to get married, so I cope well w/the in-between.

THAT BEING SAID...

What da fukk is up Philly men!? I mean, is it so hard to hang out w/ an attractive woman and not have sex? Thusfar, that's the only conclusion I can find. All I want is a decent date! Case in point: I've been to World Cafe Live twice, 2 different concerts, and numerous other "I see couples every-damn-where" events...either by myself or w/a female friend. WTF!? Y'all don't like music?

And for men reading this, no, I don't mean take me out, pay for the whole shebang, and get nuthin in return. I got my own tix, meal, etc. I just want a male friend! I need to disrupt all this damn estrogen w/ some testoterone, feel me?

Apparently this is a foreign concept. Ninjas up here either wanna fukk, "hang out", which consists of you hanging out @ my apt waiting for me to say you can fukk, or they want to boo you up-and when you say no, they wanna be friends and "see what happens" (see the definition of hang out)! What happened to being friends!? I mean, I'm not from here, so my experience is skewed. In the South, you meet cool people and its not about tryinta bone. If the chemistry is there for both people, cool, but if not, folks are content to go out w/ no romantic entanglements. Shoot, I've intro'd guys friends down south to girlfriends, and they are still together! (Call me Cupidette!)

So what the deal Philly men? I'm tired of flying solo...as I type I'm surrounded by couples AGAIN, and I fear the wives of these men may jump me! Won't anyone join me for a date!?

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