for carefree black girls

offcenterwriting:

Here’s to the carefree black girls who make mistakes.
To the girls who drown their depression
with one too many shots
and throw up at their ex’s feet,
the girls who reblog natural hair
but tug at their 4c roots, wishing it were
long,
straight,
good.

Here’s to the girls who might like girls
and who tell other girls
that ‘It gets better!’
Meanwhile they’re healing
the bruises of their mothers’
‘God can change you!’

Here’s to the girls who have stopped
going to church
but not stopped looking for God:
to the girls who lie awake panicking
that they’re going to hell.

Here’s to the girls who can’t bring
themselves to watch Sandra Bland,
who’ve stopped reblogging Black Lives Matter
because they’ve gone numb.
Here’s to the girls who clench their fists
when white people walk by
and the girls who secretly wonder
if black girls deserve it.

Here’s to the girls whose mothers
have given them containers of
sticky yellow skin bleach.
Here’s to the girls who use it
‘only to clear acne scars’
but who relish in the fact
that their new skin glows in the darkness.

Here’s to the girls whose acne scars
form angry red constellations,
the girls who sleep in makeup
and the girls too afraid
to wear short sleeves;
no one told you
that those scars can reach the elbow.

Here’s to the girls who wish
they were boys
but never want to be men,
and the girls who squeeze their legs together
whenever a man walks by.
Here’s to girls who flinch in the mirror.

Here’s to the girls who are so damn tired.
Here’s to the girls who are so damn manic.

Here’s to the girls who are so damn fat
and so damn skinny
on the same day.

Here’s to the girls who can’t go on
but go on,
who preach forgiveness but can’t forgive themselves.

Here’s to the carefree black girls
whose freedom comes at a price.
Here’s to the carefree black girls
who never feel carefree.

curvellas:

cut anyone and everyone out of your life that makes you feel small, hurt, humiliated, stupid, worthless, etc. do it swiftly and violently and without remorse. 

blackgirlbombshells:
“The world can’t handle a confident black women.
”
I honestly don’t understand this.Are we supposed to hate who we are? Where would we be if we didn’t have pride for our race, and let people who say this, bring us down? But okay.

blackgirlbombshells:

The world can’t handle a confident black women.

I honestly don’t understand this.Are we supposed to hate who we are? Where would we be if we didn’t have pride for our race, and let people who say this, bring us down? But okay.

If you’re overdressed people will just assume you’re coming from somewhere better or going somewhere better.

There’s no such thing as being overdressed (via voguehijabi)

  • me before i started watching food network: i made you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
  • me now: what i've made for you today is a rustic-style raspberry reduction, garnished with a smooth roasted peanut spread, spread across a thick slice of white bread with another slice of bread holding the flavors in place. really, what i'm doing this for is my dad...he was always a chef, he's the reason i started cooking, and i know (sniff) i know if he was alive he'd want to see me win Chopped so i could continue working for the local urban garden café for sad children
  • me: hoe don't do it
  • me: [stays up late]
  • me the next morning: oh my god