For Colored Girls Nyla's story (Trigger warning advised) :
Quote: "It was graduation night and I was the only virgin in the crowd. Bobby Mills, Martin, Jerome and Sammy Yates, Eddie Jones, and Randy all cousins. They picked me up in a black Buick smelling of alcohol and ladies in heat. We rambled from Camden to Mount Holly laughing at the afternoon speeches. Our tassels dangling from the review mirror climbing different sort of project stairs. We went to a party and I got drunk and couldn't figure out whose hand was on my thigh but it didn't matter because these cousins Martin, Eddie, Sammy, Jerome, and Bobby was my sweethearts alternately since the 7th grade. SO me and my fellas we was dancin' doing nasty ol' tricks that I had been thinking about since May. It was graduation night so it had to be hot. So I had to make like my hips was getting into some business that way everyone whoever thought was getting it was an older man who couldn't run the streets with no youngsters. The party got crazy and me and Bobby left the party before the police came. And we were in the backseat of his Buick and Girl he started looking at me. Yeah, he started looking at me real strange like I was a Woman... or something. And he started talkin' real soft in the backseat of that old Buick and by the time the sun was coming up I just couldn't stop grinning." Nyla For Colored Girls
Quote: "All I remember, is.. tools, tables, white washed windows, grime from age wiped over once. Eyes crawling up on me. Eyes rolling in my thighs, metal horses gnawing, in, out dead. Get off of me all this blood, bones, shattered like soft ice cream cones. I couldn't have her looking at me pregnant. I couldn't have my friends see this dying, dangling in between my legs. So I didn't say a thing. Not a sigh or a fast scream to get those eyes off of me. Get those steal rods out of me, this hurts. this hurts me and nobody came. Because nobody knew. Once I was pregnant and ashamed of myself."
Quote courtesy of: http://blackboldvoice.blogspot.com/2012/03/latent-rapist-from-for-colored-girls.html
One thing I don’t need
is any more apologies
I got sorry greetin me at my front door
you can keep yours.
I don’t know what to do wit em
they don’t open doors
or bring the sun back.
They dont make me happy
or get a mornin paper
didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars.
Cuz a sorry
I am simply tired
I didn’t know
I was so important to you
I’m gonna haveta throw some away
I can’t get to the clothes in my closet
for alla the sorries.
I’m gonna tack a sign to my door
leave a message by the phone
‘if you called
to say your sorry
I don’t use em anymore’
I let sorry/ didn’t meanta/ & how could I know about that?
Take a walk down a dark & musty street in brooklyn!
I’m gonna do exactly what I want to
& I won’t be sorry for none of it!
Letta sorry soothe your soul/ I’m gonna soothe mine!
You were always inconsistent
doin somethin & then bein sorry
beatin my heart to death!
Talkin bout you sorry well,
I will not call,
I’m not goin to be nice,
I will raise my voice,
& scream & holler
& break things & race the engine
& tell all your secrets bout yourself to your face
& I will list in detail everyone of my wonderful lovers
& their ways I will play oliver lake loud!
& I wont be sorry for none of it
I LOVED YOU ON PURPOSE,I WAS OPEN ON PURPOSE!
I still crave vulnerability & close talk
& I’m not even sorry bout you bein sorry!
you can carry all the guilt & grime ya wanna
just dont give it to me!
I cant use another sorry
you should admit
you’re mean/ low-down/ triflin/ & no count straight out
steada bein sorry alla the time
enjoy bein YOURSELF."
Quote: "Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet."
Quote: “Somebody almost walked off wid alla my stuff”
& didn’t care enuf to send a note home sayin
i was late for my solo conversation
or two sizes too small for my own tacky shirts
what can anybody do wid somethin of no value on
a open market?
did you getta dime for my things?
where are you goin wid alla my stuff?!
this is a woman’s trip & i need my stuff
to ohh & ahh abt
honest to god!
somebody almost run off wid alla my stuff!
& i didnt bring anythin but the kick & sway of it
the perfect ass for my man & none of it is theirs
this is mine
her own things
that’s my name
now give me my stuff
I see ya hidin my laugh
& how I sit wif my legs open sometimes
to give my crotch some sunlight
this is some delicate leg & whimsical kiss
i gotta have to give to my choice
til ya run off on a good thing
who is this you left me wit?
some simple bitch
widda bad attitude!
i wants my things
i want my arm wit the birth mark
& my leg wit the bike burns
i want my calloused feet & quik language back in my mouth
i want my own things
how i lived them
how i waz when i waz there
somebody almost run off wid alla my stuff!!
& i waz standin there
lookin at myself
the whole time & it waznt a spirit took my stuff
waz a man whose ego walked round like Rodan’s shadow
waz a man faster than my innocence
waz a lover
i made too much room for
almost run off wit alla my stuff
& i didnt know i’d give it up so quik
& the one runnin wit it
don’t know he got it
& i’m shoutin this is mine
& he dont know he got it/
my stuff is the anonymous ripped off treasure of the year
did you know somebody almost got away wit me?
me in a plastic bag under their arm
Somebody almost walked off with all my stuff." Juanita For Colored Girls
Straight fogo! As said a highly recommended film and, play, and read. It really highlights how Women of color are still so placed on the back burner of severe issues that occur towards us despite the fact we receive it the most by far. Truth be told as not only someone who works in that field but also based on the voices of others who do, experience both professional or personal, and not to mention data has shown if something happens to a white female usually with some sort of privilege the powers that be and society are often outraged, all about it BUT if something happens to a Girl, Women, or Transgender person belonging to a minority group or groups then it's like we automatically deserved it, must have done something, should be punished for it or it is looked over entirely no matter how heinous or habitually it occurs, which is too often the case. You can really see that dynamic a great deal if you step back and watch how still white middle class does grant supremacy in even Human Rights abuses sadly. The more of a minority one is you see that dynamic more. It's not a bash on white people it's just saying everyone talks and hears so much about equality well then be equal and just for everyone is all that is being said. Look at the case of Cyntonia Brown for example, I guarantee you had it been a middle class white Girl it probably would've been a whole different outcome and that has been statistically proven. We collectively have to stop seeing Girls, Women, and Transgender individuals of color as nothing and not mattering, really.
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