for colored girls


For Colored Girls, Ed Maximus 

A look at Haitian New York-based photographer Ed Maximus’ stunning ongoing series For Colored Girls. Juxtaposing vibrant hues with the depth of black skin, he turns each of his subjects into works of art, highlighting his adoration of our melanin goddesses.

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but bein alive & being a woman & being colored is a metaphysical dilemma that I havent conquered yet
my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender
my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
—  Ntozake Shange, For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow is Enuf
somebody/ anybody
sing a black girl’s song
bring her out
to know herself
to know you
but sing her rhythms
carin/ struggle/ hard times
sing her song of life
she’s been dead so long
closed in silence so long
she doesn’t know the sound
of her own voice
her infinite beauty
she’s half-notes scattered
without rhythm/ no tune
sing her sighs
sing the song of her possibilities
sing a righteous gospel
let her be born
let her be born
& handled warmly.
—  For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When the Rainbow is Enuf- Ntozake Shange

I never understood why people described me using food; “Her skin is like caramel, her eyes like honey, her hair is chocolate.” Other girls got compared to flowers and the ocean, I was only spices and side dishes. To this, I say no more. I am not available for your consumption. You will not taste my flesh on your tongue. You will not inhale my scent. I am not your nourishment. I will not satisfy you. You won’t fill your hunger with my presence.
I Will Eat You.

one thing i dont need
is any more apologies
i got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yrs
i dont know what to do wit em
they dont open doors
or bring the sun back
they dont make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didnt stop nobody using my tears to wash cars
cuz a sorry
—  for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf  by Ntozake Shange

I was the little dark skinned girl
Wanting to bathe in bleach
Scrub the skin away
Until my brown and beautiful dyed the water like a mud bath

I was the little dark skinned girl
Conflating beautiful with bright skinted
Light skinted
Golden dipped, honey kissed
Hair too loose to be coarse type girls
Or blonde and blue eyed
Like sunshine blinding the world with my presence
Like everybody’s favorite bigot

I was the little dark skinned girl
Holding the back of my hand up against the word love in the dictionary trying to find any definitions in
Every edition of the English language’s index that looked like something I could fit myself into

I was the little dark skinned girl
Running away from the words “strong” and “aggressive”
Like they were the Black
I mean
African American plague
Or maybe just the first person in a long list of many people
Who have accidentally called me “Mammy”

I was the little dark skinned girl
you made fun of
The Shawanda, ShaQuanda, Shanisha, Shanaynay,
Who wrapped up all her Afro hoodrat black beauty in a perpetual state of “telephone voice” type politics
That you probably just assume is normal

I am the now fully blossomed dark skinned girl
Who dropped all communications with the rest of the world’s definition of beauty
Found the love in myself and didn’t check any dictionaries for validation
Turned her face to the sky and said “My hair defies gravity because God wants me to be as close to him as possible”
Who pulled the bookmarks out of my dictionary pages
Who only uses bleach for washing dishes and floors
Who hasn’t used her “telephone voice”
In years


“I Was” by Calypso Speaks/K.O. on Dec. 30, 2015 at 5:35 AM

I was inspired by this post right here:

This is a celebration of all black hair. Because if you want to keep it natural, that’s beautiful. If you want to relax it, that’s beautiful. If you want braid,twist, dread, weave, put on a wig, or just shave it all of (I mean I did). That. Is. Beautiful. Always. It goes excellently with your dark or medium or lighter skin. It helps to accentuate your stunning facial bone structure. It’s yours. Never change your hair for anyone: Not your partner Not your interviewer Not your boss Not your parents Not for the standard of beauty Change your hair only for you. Because you love yourself and you want to express your versatility. This has been an uninvited public service announcement.

The reaction from black men to for colored girls was in a way very much like the white reaction to black power. The body traditionally used to power and authority interpreting, through their own fear, my work celebrating the self-determination and centrality of women as a hostile act. For men to walk out feeling that the work was about them spoke to their own patriarchal delusions more than to the actuality of the work itself. It was as if merely placing the story outside themselves was an attack. for colored girls was and is for colored girls.
—  Excerpt From: “For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf” by Ntozake Shange. Scribd.

Erykah Badu - Bag Lady

Nickel Bag Lady = Trap Queen
Booty Bag Lady = Thot
Paper Bag Lady = Alcoholic
Punching Bag Lady = The women trapped in domestic violence
Baby Bag Lady = Baby mama

The women all carry baggage (issues) within the black community. This video also represents For Colored Girls Who Consider Suicide / When The Rainbow Is Enuf


For Colored Girls....

Rapist doesn’t have to be a stranger to be legitimate.

Someone you never saw, but if you’ve been public with him, dance one dance, kissed him goodbye lightly, with a closed mouth,

Pressing charges would be as hard as trying to keep your legs closed from 5 fools trying to run a train on you    

these men are friends of ours,who smile nice,stay employed and take us out to dinner, lock the door behind you, & we are left wit the scares

being betrayed by men who know us & expect like the stranger
we always thought waz comin that we will submit

we must have known women relinquish all personal rights
in the presence of a man who apparently could be considered a rapist
especially if he has been considered a friend
& is no less worthy of being beat within an inch of his life
being publicly ridiculed havin two fists shoved up his ass than the stranger we always thought it would be who never showed up

cuz it turns out the nature of rape has changed
we can now meet them in circles we frequent for companionship
we see them at the coffeehouse wit someone else we know
we could even have em over for dinner & get raped in our own houses
by invitation a friend

cuz i dont know anymore/ how
to avoid my own face wet wit my tears/ cuz i had convinced
myself colored girls had no right to sorrow/ & i lived
& loved that way & kept sorrow on the curb/ allegedly
for you/ but i know i did it for myself/
i cdnt stand it
i cdnt stand bein sorry & colored at the same time
it’s so redundant in the modern world
—  Ntozake Shange, for colored girls who have considered suicide/ when the rainbow is enuf