If strength is beauty she'd be drop dead gorgeous
If faith is wealth she'd be filthy rich
If perseverance is water she'd be an ocean
If patience is rain she'd be a storm
If humility is a flood she'd be a tsunami
If love is an animal she'd be a zoo
If determination is a country she'd be a continent
If resilience is a tree she'd be a forest
If loyalty is a disease she'd be an epidemic
by MiMi (modified from The traits of a strong African Woman)
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I am Honored to Be a Part of this Beautiful Network
When I received the invitation to join, I was very excited. It is wonderful to expand my network of smart, sophisticated, intellectually stimulating and culturally diverse women. I aim to embrace the beauty and cultural diversity of all our sisters, those of color or otherwise. Together we can create a stronger voice, reach a wider audience and break down barriers. I look forward to writing and reading with all of you. I graciously accept this invitation.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Where are the SisStars ...
If this is going to be an active Blog --- than where are the Sisters?
I posted and there is no communication. I am looking for a place to communicate by sharing thoughts, not silence.
So if you are out there, and there are five of us, show yourselves. I am anxious to visit with you all.
Amias
I posted and there is no communication. I am looking for a place to communicate by sharing thoughts, not silence.
So if you are out there, and there are five of us, show yourselves. I am anxious to visit with you all.
Amias
Friday, December 7, 2007
as a woman of COLORED ...
I have tried hard to inject myself within the sisterhood of all women over the last thirty years. I have done this by trying to communicate with my sisters around the world, online and off. I come to their aid whenever possible. I listen. However, I hate to report that I have not been as successful in communicating with my sister as I would Like.
Here in my home town of Houston Texas, I try and communicate with my African born sisters. They treat me like I have a disease, and when I do business with them, they talk about me, thinking that I don’t understand what they are saying.
My brown American born sisters are so busy hating on each other; they don’t bother to communicate anything else. They are very competitive for men, many of which take their money, impregnate and/or beat them and leave.
When I crosses the culture lines to make friends with my white sisters, I am always the token brown in any white group, and many of them points this out for one reason or another. It’s a very uncomfortable feeling, so I am always trying to be comical to hide being uncomfortable. Eventually I just quietly leave, knowing I was not welcome to begin with.
My Asian sisters that I do business with, does the same as my African born sisters. They take my money and talk about me in their language. The reason I know they do this is that, on many occasions I have gotten so tired of them speaking as if I didn’t exist, I took a tape recorder and recorded their conversation and paid to have it interpreted. It shocked me how mean they can be while braiding my hair or manicure my nails.
On two occasions I went back and read to them what they had said while I was paying them to service me. Both called me an American nigger, that didn’t have brains enough to go into business for myself. They went on and on about how stupid America women are. My African born sisters even brag about how they purposely braid our hair so tight it comes out of our scalp, and they make us pay for their services in advance so we will not complain or get up to leave. Needless to say, I stop doing business with them. I wear my hair natural, and do my own pedicures and manicures.
What I am saying is, it seems to me, as women we have missed the boat. We do not work as a team to resolve issues, local or global. We are always fighting each other over some little perceived infractions. We do not communicate in open and honest dialogue. As we age, we have become so bitter that we don’t pass out knowledge on to the young women.
I created a sisterhood web site and it’s hard for me to get sisters to participate. When Nasra asked me to be a part of this group, I hesitated, but only for a moment. In spite of our differences, I believe there is a sisterhood of wonderful women out here, and eventually, I am going to find them. In the mean time, I will keep all my doors opened --- and can assure you that I will communicate in open and honest dialogue.
Here in my home town of Houston Texas, I try and communicate with my African born sisters. They treat me like I have a disease, and when I do business with them, they talk about me, thinking that I don’t understand what they are saying.
My brown American born sisters are so busy hating on each other; they don’t bother to communicate anything else. They are very competitive for men, many of which take their money, impregnate and/or beat them and leave.
When I crosses the culture lines to make friends with my white sisters, I am always the token brown in any white group, and many of them points this out for one reason or another. It’s a very uncomfortable feeling, so I am always trying to be comical to hide being uncomfortable. Eventually I just quietly leave, knowing I was not welcome to begin with.
My Asian sisters that I do business with, does the same as my African born sisters. They take my money and talk about me in their language. The reason I know they do this is that, on many occasions I have gotten so tired of them speaking as if I didn’t exist, I took a tape recorder and recorded their conversation and paid to have it interpreted. It shocked me how mean they can be while braiding my hair or manicure my nails.
On two occasions I went back and read to them what they had said while I was paying them to service me. Both called me an American nigger, that didn’t have brains enough to go into business for myself. They went on and on about how stupid America women are. My African born sisters even brag about how they purposely braid our hair so tight it comes out of our scalp, and they make us pay for their services in advance so we will not complain or get up to leave. Needless to say, I stop doing business with them. I wear my hair natural, and do my own pedicures and manicures.
What I am saying is, it seems to me, as women we have missed the boat. We do not work as a team to resolve issues, local or global. We are always fighting each other over some little perceived infractions. We do not communicate in open and honest dialogue. As we age, we have become so bitter that we don’t pass out knowledge on to the young women.
I created a sisterhood web site and it’s hard for me to get sisters to participate. When Nasra asked me to be a part of this group, I hesitated, but only for a moment. In spite of our differences, I believe there is a sisterhood of wonderful women out here, and eventually, I am going to find them. In the mean time, I will keep all my doors opened --- and can assure you that I will communicate in open and honest dialogue.
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