Black Women RISING

Quvenzhané Wallis, The Youngest Oscar Nominee For Best Actress In A Leading Role Ever was referred to derogatorily by a “news source”. Gabrielle Douglas, the first woman of color in Olympic history to become the individual all-around champion, and the first American gymnast to win gold in both the individual all-around and team competitions at the same Olympics, was criticized about her hair… and First Lady Michelle Obama for her arms and so on, However the mark of greatness remains. 

Certain media attempts to scrutinize the excellence of black women does not compare to the glory and momentous achievements they’ve accomplished over the last decade. The complete disregard for the ignorance and the noise is a testament associated to their strength, confidence, and determination for better.  Black women have made an astonishing transformation in the areas of renewal and self-actualization over the past century, and risen from the ashes of a broken, and perilous American history.

From historical disregard that created an almost literal non-existence, Black women in America have created value and established an Imperial cultural identity. Gaining strength from the very same force from which we we’re seemingly caged: being unidentified or otherwise irrelevant in mainstream media, black women are making corporate and professional advancements, but also triumphs in cinema and entertainment.

Stanford University Graduate Issa Rae single-handedly raised over 100,000 dollars in funding for her “Mis-adventures of an Awkward Black Girl” Series. Shonda Rhimes writing talent has produced an ardent fan base and ratings successes never before seen in history.  There is now such a massive emergence of black women innovators, icons and outlets that it’s impossible to ignore.

Esteem has definitely come along with the influence and creativity, The Natural phenomenon that’s sweeping the nation is no coincidence, more black women are embracing their “natural beauty” as well as authentic cultural styles. In the essence of freedom and the spirit of progression black women are achieving a worth that’s epic.

We are changing the landscape of society and ourselves, so why have some in society chosen to remain stagnant to the fact, why do some media outlets still seek out illusory flaws? Could Dr. Maya Angelou’s declaration be more than poetry? Did she foresee the trend of incredible black women rising and predict the plight of their relationship with these trivial outlets, because her words seem to assess the situation more than accordingly:

“You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don’t you take it awful hard

‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I’ve got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Whether they were written directly for black women or not, Dr. Angelou’s words are a testament to an unbreakable, unconquerable spirit that’s only built from an unyielding faith. Black women have come into the age of astute self- recognition, recognizing our own beauty, excellence and worth. With every triumph, they are being released from the oppressive spirit of conformity, being elevated to making more than an impression, but making a great impact on the world. Everyone, no matter what race, who adopts the sense of true purpose, value, and Identity has the same key trait to succeed. Embracing nothing more than the power that gives us life, we rise… and will continue to do so.

Not because I’m black, not because I’m a woman, not because I let my hair fly free, not because my parents are humans too, but because right is right, wrong is wrong, and the truth stands.

I spent so much of my life being black. Now you’re thinking, “You will always be black, it’s what you are.” In this lifetime, you’re absolutely factual… I’m black, voilà! But what I mean is that the experience of blackness consumed me in entirety to an extent that left me unaware that, wait a minute, I’m a human being? When was someone going to tell me that I don’t have to side with a person’s wrong doings just because their skin looks like mine? When was someone going to tell me that black people just like any “people” do love nature? When was someone going to tell me that I don’t have to exhaust myself trying to be the backbone for brown skinned males just because they look like me even if they hate who I am because, they look like me? (Sigh) When was someone going to tell me that there’s a difference between right and wrong regardless of labels and that accountability is an actual thing? When were they going to tell me that I was ego tripping?

A break down of this ego trip would begin with the origin of my identifications… Here lies a black girl. Knowing that I was black was most important because that specifically meant that I wasn’t just a girl but that things were going to be harder for me because my skin was darker than some of the girls in my class and the girls who had even darker skin than I had were far more in trouble than I was. Knowing that I was black was a focus because I had to be okay with the formation of which I received certain treatments and opportunities because I was a bit darker than some, even if I was a kid. Black kids have to know that they are black because they don’t get to just be kids all the time, the black part manifest considerable amount of hindrance. So there I was, a black girl child (specifically in that order), being black before any other awareness.

Black was the biggest quality of my being until puberty, then there was realization that my body was different from what it used to be and I’d have to care for it differently now, the way that women do. Aha! I now knew that I was going to be a woman someday, but not just any woman… A black woman. I was constantly reminded that I wouldn’t be just an ordinary woman, I couldn’t live my life as an ordinary woman but I had specific obligations to keep in order because blackness came first.


This is an excerpt from one of many journals in the works. I’m a writer. My only published work was in Southern University’s Digest, which can’t be found anymore in their archives because my honesty offended many. That chapter in my life will be talked about in this journal, as well. I like to share my work at all stages of progression so I did, here.

You can follow some of my poetic work on

Thank you.

I started writing this a few weeks ago…

“Don’t stop talking to me when you start giving someone else your attention & when she’s bored of you, you think you can come back round here.” - @chiaunbae

When I saw that tweet slide down my TL, immediately the thoughts started. It seems like every single day women talk about how important consistency to us but men never seem to get it.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but I am tired of being used as a plaything only to be tossed aside for something shinier and newer once I get invested. I thought I was the only one who starts talking to a guy, he seems to be the one doing most of the pursuing, I start to open up and he disappears, only to pop back up again a few weeks or months later. But it’s pretty common.

The shit is annoying as hell and hurtful.

As mature adults, most of us don’t expect exclusivity without a conversation confirming as much, but you do expect that the same level of communication you start with will be continued. The men appear to have a terrible time juggling all of the women they’re ‘getting to know,’ and their consistency is trash.

If you start off texting me every day, several times a day, why wouldn’t I anticipate that these behaviors continue? It only makes sense. What I’m experiencing is that a guy is super interested, you think you’re on the same page and then he goes ghost.

You’re trying to figure out what the hell happened, but I think we know. One of the other women they were talking to either gave them some ass or said some shit they really wanted to hear. But just like clock work, that other woman isn’t what they were looking for and they’re back in your face trying to pick up where they left off. I’m here to tell you nah.

Once you figure out that the other women either weren’t shit, weren’t what you wanted or were playing with your emotions…stay gone.

Stop with the madness. Men are always trying to convince you that you’re the only one he’s seriously interested in while doing a horrible job at concealing the truth. No one asked you to get married after a few conversations. If you’re not interested, say so. If you are, don’t treat me like something you can send to the land of forgotten toys.

Like me or don’t be in or be out.

…until next time stay pretty for K. Smitty