I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. . . . Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life, I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation more or less. No, I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.
Zora Neale Hurston (1901?-1960)
"How It Feels to Be Colored Me" (1928)
Great for you. Do you want to hear about my life?
Just battling the stereotypes that opened this thread. Are you being sensitive to quotes from smart, thinking humans who are writers, athletes, academicians? Lots of really cool people to remember and celebrate during Black History Month.
The first poem is a person writing more than a century after slavery, about slavery.
And you think that THAT is going to battle any stereotypes?
Also, I note that you completely ignored my question about whether you would like to hear about my life.
And that is what Black HIstory Month is about.
Smug lefties lecturing whites about past injustices and us supposedly just sitting there listening otherwise being smeared for not enjoying hearing about ancient history.
**** that shit.
I am bored hearing about slavery. YOu got something to say about slavery? Go back and time and tell a slave owner.
Otherwise, STFU.