Beauty Defined: The Essence of the Black Female

_{Beauty Defined:}

_{The Essence of the Black Female}

_{The black woman is the mother of the human race, for without which, our existence on this planet would not be. She is the leader and the backbone of the most impassioned culture known to man. At times she is demanding and powerful, while unforgiving to those she holds in contempt. She is always in control and will never let you forget it. She fought with pride when they tried to steal her dignity, and has survived the worst torment this world has ever seen. She is the true and only Queen. She is by the laws of nature, the standard bearer of beauty. She is the essence of womanhood for which all others can only be symbolically placed in falsehood. Those women cannot compare to the beauty of the black woman.}

_{We have seen the colorful ray of light that fills the souls of the black female, and the wicked attempts by society to extinguish it by those who are not fit to understand us. For they have failed in their attempts and now it is our time to let our light shine until we overpower those who stand against us, and empower those who stand with us. We will never allow for defeat by a weaker culture who must place their women on a pedestal in order for them to succeed. Their standards of beauty are merely a front to project the falsehood of power, in which it can only artificially exist. We as a culture are getting stronger by the day, and will not let the oppressor be victorious in their thinly veiled attempts to hold us down. Their women are controlled by myth and standards that are false. They are with great flaws and limited in ability. We, as black women are not. We will overcome and rise above the shallow vines that mask the trap doors below. We will succeed. We always have. We will find victory in the face of defeat. We are the standard of beauty and the essence of womanhood. We are the Black Woman.}

The Strong Black Queen

_{The Mythical White Goddess Part VII}

_{And The Strong Black Queen}

_{The strength of a black woman throughout the world is legendary and respected by all who have ever come face to face with a Queen. It has however, been pushed aside by society as it proclaims it’s mythical White Goddess as it’s Queen. As we’ve come to realize though, the strength of a White Goddess is not real and in fact she is quite the opposite of a Black Queen, she is the epitome of weakness. How does society dare to stand a white woman next to a black woman and compare, because there is no comparison to be made. We are not the same. We are not alike. We are not even equals. The white woman has been portrayed by society as it’s sensual Goddess that the world should look up to, when in reality her entire image should be disregarded, as it is all based on myth.}

_{Why is the black woman so strong? She has throughout history been leading her civilizations to great heights. From the African Queens who lead armies that defeated great white male empires in battle. To the single mothers that raise our children today in a battle against white privilege and are the backbones of our families and our culture in the face of imperialism. We have had to overcome adversity, while the white woman has had it handed to her on a silver platter, as she was placed on her Goddess pedestal to be worshiped by the masses. Could you imagine a white woman leading an army into battle against the Roman or British empires? That would be laughable of course. Or how about a white woman leading an army against all of those great African Queens? Laughable.}

_{White women are docile by nature and recede from confrontation when at all possible. As I stated in VI, the white woman I confronted and dismissed from employment, was completely helpless in my presence. I controlled the surrounding atmosphere and dictated the direction of the conversation, rarely allowing her to speak. This was pure dominance on my part. It was quite easy for me to do this, as the white woman’s defense mechanism took over. That’s her receding into a shell and declaring her femininity as to why she was unable to even make a contentious point as to why I shouldn’t fire her. She accepted her role as subordinate without a fight. There was my proof. The ultimate White Goddess. She was raised up through the ranks and placed on the pedestal as societies ultimate female. White, blonde and a so called societal beauty, but when it came down to it, she was unable to even defend herself against me. She was simply overwhelmed by my womanhood. She went away easily and with little resistance. Her strength turned into submission as she was bewildered by my power. Her defeat was quite visible on her face and in her eyes. The stronger woman won, while the weaker woman discovered the humiliation that comes with being a White Goddess, that challenges a strong Black Queen. The Queen wins every single time.}

_{I take the greatest of pleasures in humiliating a White Goddess and knocking her off her pedestal. Displaying the White Goddess as a true submissive is tantalizing to my senses. It does not happen enough in today’s world. The White Goddess is still considered the object of femininity and pure beauty. That however is slowly changing. Too slow for my liking, although one day the the strength, the power, the elegance, and true beauty that are my sister’s will shine through to the world. Everyone will finally realize that the black woman is far superior to the white woman in every way. From her head to her toes, from her heart to her soul. The white woman is just a myth.}

_{All hail the Queen!}

The Mythical White Goddess Part IV The Destruction of the White Beauty

_{The Mythical White Goddess Part IV}

_{The Destruction of the White Beauty}

_{She is often referred to as the statuesque blonde in the office. Another reference of a so called White Goddess. I just call her a Barbie Doll. It’s more fitting. To me, statuesque refers to someone who symbolizes greatness, such as the statues that lie tribute to the likes of Harriet Tubman or Phillis Wheatley, and all the strong African American women who stood against the oppression and fought so valiantly for our freedom. This woman is statuesque to them because she has the features of a White Goddess, the perpetuated myth of society’s beauty. She has long blonde hair that comes from a bottle. Large breasts that have been augmented. Full lips that have been enhanced through outlines. She is all made up and as fake as a doll. She is no Goddess, nor statuesque. But this societal myth remains and because as such, she stands in prominence, advancing through the world on her white beauty. What better representation for their firm, than the so called ultimate female. Their White Goddess.}

_{My patience with her was always slim and this particular morning was no different. I had already had enough of her fictitiously generated femininity. The tossing of her hair, the provocative clothing, and her weak attempts at authority all made my blood pressure boil. Purely cringe worthy to witness these acts. I was tired of our roles within the company. We were leveled as equals, but I was clearly looked upon as her subordinate, which was obviously because of my skin color. I could do far more than her but was treated as incapable. During meetings with the staff, her authority clearly diminished in my presence. She was visually overwhelmed by the strength of a powerful black woman, as I would dictate the direction and terms of the conference as she would remain docile. Yet even with all of this she was considered to be the true leader.}

_{I had anger and wanted my deserving place, so I entered her office. The confrontation was short as I walked in, she stood up and walked towards me with a brash confidence. The nerve, I couldn’t believe the egotistical arrogance of a White Goddess, for which she has no right. This made me even angrier. When we pulled face to face, I kept walking forward. I saw the evocation of fear on her face as she stepped back. Her arrogance was stripped down to submission. I pushed on and smiled while continuing my rant with the ferocity of a mad black woman. She had never before bared witness to the strength, the power, the glory, and real beauty of a black woman. With her back against the wall I pressed in a final time. The white woman offered no defense. I realized with this my career in Public Relations would likely be over and that I would be terminated, but nonetheless I did not care as I felt victorious at seeing the demise and collapse of this White Goddess, displaying her to all as inferior. While she did not say it, her physical posture was a damning admission of who the authoritative figure in the office should have been.}

_{This was a career setback for me as I moved on with great difficulty. It took me several years to find work. I was branded a racist by some in the industry for my treatment of the white woman, when in fact it was her who was racist, believing to be the superior woman to all. Without question she perfectly suited the ideal of the perpetuated myth of the White Goddess, and has been the inspiration for my series of blogs. I was finally able to come to terms with my former employer as they realized the error of their ways. It wasn’t about the money. Not at all. It was about getting them to admit that they failed to recognize the superiority of the black woman.}

_{For me, demolishing the White Goddess, and that’s what it was, felt liberating. The power of freedom had never been worn so easily by me until that moment. She may be the forbidden fruit, unable to be touched for her flaws, but I have no regrets for humiliating the white woman. Absolutely none. If she had any kind of strength or backbone this would not have been possible. I wish for all my sisters to be able to one day feel the same empowering freedom I have felt. The liberation of oneself is invigorating. I propose to all black women to find this place. I don’t recommend losing your jobs, as this can be a dangerous form of survival. So proceed with caution, but understand that now is the best time for us to stake a claim on the throne that is rightfully ours and conquer those on the pedestal who are truly inferior and weak. I sincerely propose we stand together in unity to face the enemy. We are strong black women, too powerful to be held down any longer. Let’s together watch the fall of a Dynasty and the Destruction of the White Goddess, as she lies in the ruins of her worth.}