I'm Not Giving My Black Back!

I'm Not Giving My Black Back! I'm not giving up greens or my grits or
saying "girl" and putting my hands on my hips. You see...Life for me
ain't been no crystal stair and I'm not giving up Rosa Parks, Fannie Lou
Hamner, Mary McCleod Bethune, Sojourner Truth, Madame C J. Walker, Toni
Morrison or Dr. Maya Angelou, 'cause you see, I am a phenomenal woman and
I'm not giving my black back.

I'm not giving up my crown, waves, braids, curls, locks, kinks,scarves
or Muslim garb. I'm not giving up sitting in Ma's kitchen eating peach
cobbler or sweet potato pie and hearing her ask me, "How you doing
baby"?

I'm not giving up going to "You Buy, We Fry" on Fridays, or bar-b-ques
on Saturday playing bid wist and slammin' those dominoes. I'm not giving
back Harriet Tubman's train, Soul Train, Coltrane or the midnight train
to Georgia.

Now, you can meet me at the function at the junction but I still
won't give up B.B. King, the Whispers, Fancy Ms. Nancy, Lena Horne, the
Philadelphia Sound, Motown or the Temptations.

'Cause you see, it's the way we do the things we do, like building
the pyramids that still stand made by our forefathers' hands where the
diamonds, oil, silver and gold are buried in our rich dark land.

I'm not giving my black back! I'm happy being nappy with my wide hips
and my wide nose and the rich melanin in my skin. I love putting lotion on
my ashy legs. Oh, I'm happy being nappy and being in the skin that I'm in.
I won't deny or forget my ancestors who lay in a wet grave at the bottom
of the sea in the middle passage from slave trade.

And I won't give up on our youth of today who still need a way made. I
won't give back Miles even though he didn't smile. I won't give back
Marvin Gaye, Richard Pryor, Phyllis Hyman, Billie Holiday or Billy Eckstein,
Jackie Robinson or Jackie Wilson.

I won't give back the electric slide, Alvin Ailey, Bojangles or
Debbie Allen. You think I'd give up reading my Jet, Ebony, Essence, Emerge,
Black Enterprise, Heart and Soul or Upscale magazines?
For we are a colorful people. Like Curtis Mayfield sang, we are a
people that are "darker than blue." We are honey, cinnamon, mahogany and
chocolate. We are REDD Fox, James BROWN, Barry WHITE, The Mothers of
the Church dressed in WHITE, The Color PURPLE, the Lady Who Sings the
BLUES and we are Al GREEN with love and happiness. Oh, NO... I'm not giving
my black back!I'm not giving back Maxine (Waters), Martin, Medgar, Malcolm,
Mandela, Marley, Marcus, Muhammad Ali, Michael (Jordan) or the Million Man
March. I'm not giving my black back!
Author Unknown

Lift up the black woman's spirit. Find a black woman and send this to

her.

I thought this was too good to only share with the females so
Gentlemen,

Enjoy!

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