-casuallyme:torisoulphoenix:stayingwoke:choice36c:On this day we honor thousands of our unknownmater
-casuallyme:torisoulphoenix:stayingwoke:choice36c:On this day we honor thousands of our unknownmaternal ancestors, who were the true mothers of the nation.“You were afraid to nurse your younglest fallen breast offend your master’s sightand he should flee to firmer loveliness.And so you passed them, your children, on tome.Flesh that was your flesh and blood that was yourblooddrank the sustenance of life from me.And as I gave suckle I knew I nursed my own child’senemy.I could have lied,told you your child was fed till it was dead ofhunger.But I could not find the heart to kill orphanedinnocence.For as it fed, it smiled and burped and gurgledwith contentand as for color knew no difference.Yes, in that first whileI kept your sons and daughters alive.But when they grew strong in blood and bonethat was of my milkyoutaught them to hate me.Put your decay in their hearts and upon their lipsso that strength that was of myselfturned and spat upon me,despoiled my daughters, and killed my sons.You know I speak true.“ (BeahRichards, excerpt from “A Black Woman Speaks of White Womanhood”)*snaps*reblog again -- source link