Thursday, August 14, 2008

Journal intime d'une femme de couleur folle


First I would like to say; for the most part I am not angry. I like to laugh and I do like to have fun. But there are several things in this life that really gets my goat. One of those things that is at the top of my list is a man that cannot control his anger and decides that it is ok to place his hands on a woman. Of course when I say this, it is in no way shape or form a lovingly gesture.

I’ve been there and done that. My ex-boyfriend at the end of our relationship decided that he would let me know in quite a few different ways that I was nothing without him. One of those ways included hitting me. Oh I was livid, but that was definitely my wakeup call. My mother did not raise me to be that dependent on a man. I have all the ability in the world to screw up and get it back right, I don’t need a man to do any of that.

I am in no way shape or form saying that I don’t need a man. I am just saying that there is a line. And he crossed it. I recently had the displeasure in learning that someone close to me experienced the hand across the face. Sadly she is kind of stuck in the disillusion that she can change him. We tried explaining to her that only he can decide to make that change and only he can implement that change. She isn’t budging . . .

I wish the women out there (black, white, yellow, red, purple) would open their eyes and realize that they are valuable. I want them to know that they deserve all the finest things in life. Whether it is jewels, flowers or a simple smile - women deserve to be respected.

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