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Proving Your 'Blackness' To Other Black People


Oooh wee! This article has me all types of peeved. Will you believe me if I said I stumbled upon it while doing a Google search for Black maternity photo shoots? I thought it was satire at first, but then I read the entire thing. So, here's my response...
  1. Are you going to pay for my DNA test to find out specifically what region of Africa my ancestors were taken from? Run that $200+ please and thank  you.
  2. My hands are ashy because it's Winter in NYC, but hold up, let me smooth some shea butter on my parched melanin skin. Nice silky and smooth? *Raises fist in the air to signify my Black power* No one has to prove their "blackness" to you, we have to do that enough in day to day activities. 
  3. My "natural afro" isn't just culture or history. It's the damn hair I was born with before I straightened it, and killed it with a perm. It's sad to say, but it was almost a right of passage for me to get my first perm, crazy I know! So what if there is a natural hair movement? Why aren't you more concerned that our government said it's okay for employers to discriminate against dreadlocks in the workplace? Or the fact that some Black men won't even date a Black woman rocking her natural afro? Please discuss.
  4. Ok, you have me stumped on this one. Maybe it is a little disheartening that I don't know much about Black History. Forgive me for not being taught it while I was in school, and not doing my due diligence on educating myself as an adult. Oh, best believe, I'm 'gon Google me some George Washington Carver. 

"Maternity shoots make women look desperate and stupid"... Seriously? Pregnancy in itself is something to behold. Out of millions of sperms and only one single egg, with a 20%-25% chance of getting pregnant in a healthy female. Throw in PCOS or Endometriosis, age, and those numbers greatly decline. A woman has a right to showcase her beautiful baby bump be it covered with stretch marks, hyper pigmented, or not. A maternity shoot is of celebration. It's the same as a family photo.

I love how you're skipping the entire generations upon generations of having our African ancestry, culture, and beliefs stripped from us. We're so disassociated with our Mother Africa, majority of us still don't even know what tribe we originate from, myself included. As a Black community we had to create a new culture, because it was whipped, chained, raped, or killed out of us. As African Americans we are curious about the 'African' part. So, if my people wanna rock their kente and Afrocentric styles, let them! How can we hijack African culture when essentially it is our culture as well, because you know, we originated from there before the boat ride. 


I honestly can't believe you're so offended by fashion. Africans are really big into fashion. If that girl in the photo you posted bought her Dashiki from a Black owned business she's definitely supporting her culture, and keeping her dollars in the Black community.

This is what's wrong with some Black folks today, always looking for ways to tear the next Black person down, as if other races and cultures don't do that enough.

{I got the photos for this post from pixabay.com}

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