Reviewing the Archives of Facebook Notes

Once upon a time, facebook was hot and facebook notes were too. When it wasn't so horrible, I shared my thoughts with the world and there is one note that still resonates with me a year later.


Here it is:


A Woman's Heart  Tuesday, September 8, 2009

I guess this is one of those midnight notes after a long phone conversation with my home girl.


Believe it or not it is a cold world out here for a single woman. The confusion that we go through trying to figure men out. What is it that men don't recognize a real woman.

It's like they would rather be treated like crap than be treated like Kings. Now I know it may seem like I am a male basher due to some of my statuses, but to be honest I love my Black men. I just think that in this system that has flaunted the matriarch style of life and allowed men to scapegoat their way out of taking care of their responsibilities, our young boys have no one to look up to.

Then these young girls who are popping out babies, have never learned how to be a real woman and were never taught the value of teaching their sons how to treat a lady because their father was not around to teach them how a man should treat a woman.

This cycle is crazy. And my heart aches because I want to stop it. But as much as I want to stop it I am caught up in a cycle where everything I was taught it is ok to be, men are showing me it is not.

Am I not supposed to be strong, opinionated, self-sufficient, independent, focused, and inspired? Why is it that men care more about what I look like than they do about what goes on in my mind???

Why is it that I have not had a deep intellectual conversation with a man, about the issues going on in this world since hmmmm? Maybe March.

This world is crazy! And why is it that men want women to be vulnerable? --- I know the answer, but believe me there are alot of them out there.

I blame media, I blame those that put it in the media, I blame people ---- I blame them for perpetuating the image of women as sexual beings only to be lusted after, disregarded as a person, and void of self value or respect.

Again, my heart aches because I ponder on how I can end a cycle that has continued for years, even centuries. For the myth that good strong Black women are a dying bread.


My heart aches because although I have the knowledge that inspired me to write this note, I fall prey to the world that feeds this continuous cycle. My heart aches because I can not be the strength for my friend, I can not be her words, or her actions to help her break free of this cycle as well. My heart aches because I wait patiently on the side line waiting for the right moment to break my silence, stand up, and lead a revolutionary movement for the new Women's Rights Movement, for the new Black Movement, for the new Human's Rights Movement. My heart aches as a woman.

~ A Woman's Heart.