That fact that some may find me pretty or sexy does not silence my voice. As I have mentioned before am proud of my body and see nothing wrong with wearing as much or as little as I want. I am an educated, loud, opinionated women and the fact I embrace my sexuality while enjoy taking photos doesn’t make me any less respectable. I feel empowered by embracing my femininity, and I find shaming women over their bodies, and over what they do or don’t wear on their bodies wrong.
Does my blackness offend you?
Is my hair too curly for you?
Are my hips too wide for you?
My brown skin glows with all the melanin I have been gifted with.
My luscious thick hair is filled with curls that bounce with every stride I take forward, away from oppression.
My hips sway perfectly with the drums beating in the air of the Motherland.
~ Destiny C
Let me talk about my culture and background. My mother is Norwegian (caucasian), and my father is African American. I am not considered light skinned, but I have often been told I’m black but not black, black. Nonetheless, I identify myself as a black woman and growing up in Utah as a poor black woman was challenging. The poem at the beginning of this blog post represents my thoughts and feelings of how I felt growing up here in Utah. Through my struggles, a development of self-advocacy and social justice emerged. Through everything I had endured the stronger my voice became. I then was coined as the “angry black women” because I had an opinion and I’m afraid to voice it. Nonetheless, I aim to represent the black female presence as the highest spiritual form and to challenge racist and patriarchal perceptions. I do this because this is who I am.
If you follow my blog, then you know my love of poetry, I started following Nayyirah Waheed on Instagram recently. Nayyirah Waheed book Salt. is an honest work of art. I feel like she is speaking to the depths of my soul. Nayyirah’s work is not only inspiring myself but many others, I’m going to end this post with a review for the book Salt.:
“Humans, like all life, need a supply of salt to simply survive. Salt’s ability to preserve food was a foundation of civilization. It helped to eliminate the dependence on the seasonal availability of food, and it allowed travel over long distances. However, salt was difficult to obtain, and so it was a highly valued trade item to the point of being considered a form of currency by certain peoples.”
Like salt, Nayyirah’s raw, brutal, beautiful art nourishes and restores, brings out the flavors of humanity that I have banished or forgotten. Helps me to remember, forgive, claim, and celebrate. Her work is a touchstone for a more authentic and honorable civilization. Gifts like this are rare and so worth the wait.
Thanks for reading,