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Who am I? 2016

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I am more than the color of my skin

I am more than the texture of my hair

The crookedness of my teeth

I am more than a woman…

Who am I?

Even I do not know

All I know is that I feel more

I believe more

I dream more

I breathe more…

Truth is… The more I think about who I am… The more I realize I don’t know

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4a01e67a982141812ce8ff256032d2deI believe, that beauty comes from within.

It’s something that we, ourselves must embrace and understand before we allow anyone else to tell us the standards of beauty.

We should be able to define our beauty in our own terms with no one telling us how high or how low we should set the bar.

When we define our own terms of what beauty is then we will finally be able to live in our truths. Knowing that no amount of makeup will be able to define us. Because we know that underneath is it is somebody who is beautiful. Somebody who breaks all the barriers of standard beauty.

Beauty is knowing that you are beautiful and not letting anyone standardize you!

 

What is beauty?

Break the Chains

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photo 5 (12)Break the chains that society has you bond by. That’s the goal. That’s the plan. Something that for most people is impossible. You have to be strong and united. Not easily fooled by the perception of beauty. Your beauty does not look lie mine. My beauty is divine and gorgeous. Don’t not hate on me, hate on yourself. Why don’t you love yourself as much as me. I love myself, I must keep telling myself. Don’t fall into those traps. The traps that society set. Can I be me and be beautiful, while you continue to do you.  I love me for me and I love you for you. As A culture we must learn to to love ourselves like no other would. Nobody will love me as much as I love myself. But I don’t love myself with all my flaws. I see the holes in my body. So many unfilled holes that I must learn to fill. Some way somehow, I pray to God that He helps me. I can’t do this on my own. I’m sick of crying at night, holding myself, asking myself why. Why do I continue to do the same things over and over again. Same set up, just a different guy. It feels like deja vu. Repeating the same day over and over again. It’s sickening and irritating. I wished I could stop the viscous cycle. Spining me around and around. Banging my head on all the walls. When is this cycle going to take me out. Will it be the end of me. I must not let it take me out. Can’t let it get the best of  you, they say. Don’t let your bad out weigh the good, Everybody has a bad day. But tomorrow is a brighter day, they say. Where is my brighter day. Am I not deserving enough.

 

-Jamekea S. Lee

How I Learned to Love Myself

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My years through middle school and high school were very stressful at times. I wasn’t comfortable with who I was because my skin wasn’t smooth and clear. I had many blemishes, scars, acne all over my face, chest and back, and I had a an excessive sweating problem. I used to wear shirts that would cover up most of my top and arms because I didn’t want people to see my acne. However, even though I would shirts to had my acne they would only make my excessive sweating more visible. For the longest time I was conflicted on what problem I wanted to hide more but whatever problem I chose to hide people still noticed.

People would still look and ask questions like why you sweat so much, what’s wrong with you body and all I could say was that I had a lot of medical problems because I had no other answers. So to hide everything I would wear sweaters and jackets all the time and when they asked why I would say because I was cold. However, that only worked for so long because my body started to get easily and I used to faint and pass out so I started wearing crop tops and shirts without sleeves because it would help with my excessive sweating but it would make my acne more noticeable. And people would start talking about my body again.

However, after a while I became fed up with what over people was saying about my body. I began to realize that my body wasn’t perfect and was never going to be perfect so I might as well learn to love myself for who I was because it’s who I’m going to be forever. Even though the process was hard and difficult because people who I thought was my friends continued to talk and my problem, I found people who shared common problems with me and they’re helping my love myself even more.

-Jamekea S. Lee

Dark skin: What’s the Problem?

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It’s far easier to resent one’s own skin for giving you advantages you haven’t earned than despising it for what it takes away – Elizabeth Pears

In today society it common to heard compliments giving to women of light and fine brown skin tones. But it is rare for a women of darker skin to get complimented as much, unless they’re models with nearly perfect skin and a nice toned body. You know something alienated and different from women of lighter skin tones because “they’re pretty for a dark skin girl.”

I must say that I am one who sometimes envy both light skin and dark skin girls because of their beautiful aspects that I myself do not contain. I myself am a girl of the brown skin family, you know not too light, not too dark. However, I try and tend to distance myself from comparing my skin tone against others because over time I realized that I was doing nothing but giving into the mental illness. But it’s not easy.

Anyways here’s an interesting read about the light skin vs dark skin mentality.

http://www.newstatesman.com/society/2013/10/colourism-why-even-black-people-have-problem-dark-skin

Light skin vs. Dark skin

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Light skin vs. Dark skin started in the 1700s

An interesting read of how and why the light skin vs dark skin propaganda started.

Light skin vs dark skin is a mental illness that was distributed to make blacks fight amongst each other. It was created so we would start to hate others who we’re not like us and to hate ourselves.

http://www.finalcall.com/artman/publish/Perspectives_1/article_101437.shtml

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Lives of Black Women in My Community

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“Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.”

As a black woman in America I am often saddened by some of the things that I see on television and social media. I can not even fantom how many times I’ve scrolled down my Facebook timeline and seen many of my friends younger sisters acting a “fool.” Shaking their butts in front cameras, doing the dance to the new party songs that consist mostly of shaking they butts, singing songs that degrading to either themselves or putting women of different sizes down. It breaks my heart sometimes and sometimes I want to write “Stop, this is not acceptable. You should be presenting yourself in this manner. It’s embarrassing. Don’t follow in the same footsteps of your older sister,” but instead I just continue to scroll because I’m am not one for arguments. But do not get me wrong, I’m not scared to say something or to speak my mind and many people know this but I am not the person who embarrasses others over the internet.

While those young girls may be presenting themselves in ways that are considered embarrassing and degrading, I have grown to realize that they know exactly what their doing to themselves. Whenever I see them around the neighborhood and they come up to me and speak, I always ask them “Why are you doing that?” and they always give me the same answer “Huh? What you talking about?” and I say  “You know exactly what I’m talking about” they laugh and began to explain. Deep down inside I know that they appreciate those moments when I sit down and tell them to do better because if they didn’t they wouldn’t even talk to me anymore. And at the end of our conversations we always hug and I tell them to “be good,” and they smile and say “I’m always good.”

To them they see nothing wrong in the actions they do or have committed and to me I see nothing wrong. But to society they’re considered to be uneducated and embarrassing to their race and they become a statistic of “Look you see that ghetto black girl who is on welfare lives in North Philly and is always fighting.” They are not those girls and they and I both know that but it’s too bad that society does not.

-Jamekea S. Lee

Heart

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A caring and soft heart will get you hurt,

But a cold heart, will get you no love.

No heart, and you’re dead

A warm heart brings cold hands, nobody wants to hold.

But a heart like a child with no mother in the want, 

will bring you peace and a sense of life.

To love, care and sing all of the goodness that a heart can bring.

Is something we all want, and sing and leap and dance for.

Though some of us disclaim these things.

We all want what a heart can bring.

We’ve all cried the lies of not wanting much or nothing. 

And we cried tears for those lies.

Because we all have a heart, and every heart wants love.

So don’t listen to the fool who says he has no heart.

Because with no heart you have no sense of life.

Or what you have.

So how will he know he has no heart?

Because he too, does have a heart.

Full of wanting to be understood.

Wanting to relate and speak words of untold stories and never seen dreams.

Wanting another heart to just sit down and just listen for once.

We all have a heart full of the same wants but different goals and different dreams.

Some of us want more than others and some want even more.

We, too have a heart.

Do I Matter?

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Sometimes I just sit back and wonder,

Wonder if I wasn’t born,

Will life be the same ?

Sometimes I wonder,

Am I important to this life ?

Am I needed ?

I wonder if I die

How will it affect others ?

In my mind I want to die,

In my heart I want to live !

Am I suicidal?

Am I crazy ?

I know we have our ups and downs,

But is my downs taking over ?

When I sit back and think it all through,

I realize that I am apart of a family that cares !

I am wanted !

I am loved !

I am special !

I am somebody that people want me to be somebody !

I have a part in people hearts

That wants me to accomplish !

So I hear by today,

That I am somebody special !

I will not let my lows

Over take my highs !

I will not let bad things,

Out do good !

Because I sit back and think about it,

Am I apart of a caring family ?

Am I loved by people who care ?

Am I needed ?

Yes !

I know for a fact that I’m here for a reason !