sometimes it’s hard to accept that they’re really gone. We’ll love you forever Whitney.
Thanks for everything.
February 21, 2012 at 7:11 pm (beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, love, music, soul)
February 6, 2012 at 10:01 pm (art, beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, dream, greatness, POW!, soul, today)
Happy Monday! Needless to say that my city is electric with the SuperBowl win from yesterday, Go Giants! It’s great to be the champions once again. The feeling of pride is unmistakable as you, for an instant befriend a complete stranger in celebration of victory. Team spirit is indeed in the air. You feel, even if for a brief moment, unstoppable. I love my city. I love victory. Who doesn’t want to win? The excitement of knowing you worked for something and it paid off, came in first during a race, finished a project or, by some chance was chosen at random to win first prize. It’s a victory and it feels darn good!
The first two months of the year mark awards season in the entertainment industry. We are flooded with the Oscars, Grammys, Golden Globes, SAG, Critics’ Choice and probably more that I’m unaware of but nonetheless important to those who seek the ultimate prize for a job well done. In this season, I’ve been following the winning track of the stars of the incredible movie, The Help. This amazing film which stars Viola Davis and Octavia Spencer was adapted by the bestselling book of the same title by Kathryn Stockett. Both the film and book were remarkable and the characters of Aibileen and Minny were brought to life and beyond through the talents of Davis and Spencer. The Help received major acclaim and undoubtedly would be included in the list of films to receive many accolades this award season.
Well, as predicted, the film, Viola and Octavia have received many awards praising their work. Both women, both humbled to be acknowledged by their peers, both are now the “it” girls of the season. Both gracing magazine covers and fashion spreads that, I promise, wouldn’t have given them a second glance before. Now, they are a big deal. They are gifted. They are beautiful. They are black girls who rock.
But did they win? Is this a real victory for them? For us?
As a black woman, it’s hard not to take everything that happens to our people to heart. It’s what most of us do as a people. One wins, we all win. One fails, we’re mad as hell. LOL! I’ve heard the various commentaries about our sisters’ rise to this place and the fact that they had seemingly played roles lower than themselves in order to be seen as real actors. To some degree I get it. Why the acclaim for playing a maid? Why aren’t there roles for us as historical figures, sexy love stories, meaty dramas for us to portray our dynamic side for longer than 8 minutes in a feature film that isn’t written, produced, directed and starring Tyler Perry? Seriously, Ain’t I A Woman? Certainly not taking away from the importance and plight of Aibileen and Minny, but it seems as if playing something that drastic is what gets the masses’ attention. Halle won an Oscar for a lackluster performance in Monsters Ball. Seriously? She got twisted in a bunch of positions after saying “make me feel good…”, seriously? I can’t. Anyhoo, I digress. My point though is that our extraordinary brilliance doesn’t seem sufficient to get the recognition it deserves.
This weekend, Viola is featured in the LA Times magazine (http://www.latimesmagazine.com/2012/02/viola.html). In fact, she is on the cover, has a gorgeous spread and a wonderful article. Here’s the thing that struck me, she isn’t wearing a wig or weave and she is absolutely stunning! She could truly have a second career in modeling. With her career as an actor, she’s been seen on various red carpets and events, she always looks perfectly styled but we’ve never seen her with her natural cropped hair. The images are beautiful, her skin glows in all of its mocha glory in various all black ensembles and minimal makeup. It’s just enough makeup to play up depth in her eyes and her full mouth– gorgeous. So what’s the issue? Well the question arises, would she be celebrated like this in the start of her career? Could she now go on auditions and get roles without the aid of perfectly coifed wigs and weaves? Could her short, tight coils be emulated as much as Halle’s signature choppy, softly curled hair? Is she beautiful because she’s this close to winning an Oscar? After Julliard and 23 years in an industry who took notice of her 8 minutes playing opposite Meryl Streep (Doubt, 2008), is she just now worthy of praise?
An interesting quote from the LA Times article states, “Doing more with less—that’s quintessential Davis.” I suppose that will always be our lot to bear. Whether it’s making the role of a domestic somehow regal or the guttural growl of anguish of a single mother being silenced by multiple thrusts poignant; whatever we’re given, we make it work. But when I consider citing the careers of Halle, Mo’Nique, and Jennifer Hudson after their Oscar wins, I’m just not sure it’s always to our benefit.
Hopefully it will be different for Octavia and Viola. In the article, Viola shares hat she mentors young actors and those who aren’t sure they want to be actors. She also states that she is working to produce projects that will employ black actresses to have more fulfilling roles and to be afforded the same opportunity to shine as she does now so brightly. A necessary venture and a huge endeavor to undertake, she knows she will need the help of a benefactor or two in order to make it work and she has to move while she is the “hot black girl” on the scene.
So again I pose the question, do we win? Is this a victory? In some ways, undeniably yes, but in other ways, not so much. I would love it if Viola, as photographed in this spread, would be seen as sexy with substance and a story would be offered to her that truly had the complexities of being a woman. Showing depth, emotion, love, intimacy, success, struggle, all of it co-starring Denzel Washington as her love interest. Why is that such a stretch? And not a period piece set in slavery. Good grief. A story that encompasses the depth of the human story just because we’re human. But in the meantime, I’ll be glued to the TV waiting to hear her name called along with Octavia’s and cheer loudly knowing that for one moment, even if she never gets nominated again that we is kind, we is smart, we is important. We win.
February 3, 2012 at 3:17 pm (beautiful, black girls rock, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, soul)
February 2, 2012 at 3:15 pm (1970's, art, beautiful, celebrate, greatness, soul, the way we were)
Although this month began on a sad note with the loss of Don Cornelius, we still have much to celebrate. Our brilliance, style and genius is still often imitated but never duplicated. I pray we finally learn to appreciate ourselves and the endless contributions we’ve made to the world.
We are black gold..we still shine!
February 1, 2012 at 5:09 pm (1970's, celebrate, gratitude, greatness, music, soul)
December 7, 2011 at 10:13 pm (art, beautiful, soul, words)
i heart this poem…njoy what the day brings.
This Type Love by Saul Williams
I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love or me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself type love
or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.
and shit- I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she’s dreaming about us being in love type love or who loves the other more or what she’s doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she’s not there and shit I love not knowing where this love is headed type love.
And check this-
I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her type love
then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love type love and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel
and I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love type love.
The only difference is this is one of those real type loves
and just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers type love and I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again
and I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain’t really anniversaries but doing it just ’cause it makes her happy type love
and check this-
I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in type love and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.
I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer ’cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill type loves
and I don’t want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are I mean the lines on my palms don’t give me enough time to love you as long as I’d like to type love
and I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is type love and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I’d cut the split ends and trim the mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.
I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same type love.
I want a love that’s as unexplainable as she is, but I’m married so she is gonna be the one I share this love with.
October 25, 2011 at 7:02 pm (love, poetry, soul, today, words)
Your light used to frighten me
Shining brightly on my inconsistencies and faults
So I hid
At least I thought I did
Forgetting most days that You are all seeing
Your ways past finding out
I thought I was really getting away
Playing shadow games with my flesh
Pleasing it often
Never thinking that You would discover my duplicity
My covert operations were flawless to most but never to You
I would stick and move
Bob and weave
I try to laundry my life as best as I could so that I would look clean
Perfume my stench with perfunctory worship so people wouldn’t suspect
I loved the dark
I thought it made me cool
Invisible
Slick
I would see the search light of your love looking for me but I would duck into the dimness of my sin
Feeling dangerous
Important
Smarter than You
Thinking all the while that I got away
But you saw me
Every dance with the devil
Every gamble with my fate
Every debt I could not pay
Slowly my life would turn black
But You saw me
Your light still searching
Your light finding me in the gloom
You spoke and I felt the light from Your mouth illumine me
A light so bright that I saw myself
Broken
Wasted
Dying
But you saw me
Blessed my life with light
All consuming
Warm
Full of love and compassion
Power and truth
Now I glow
No longer afraid of the light
I will walk therein
Unrestrained commitment
You
My light and lamp
Never-ending
Unlimited
Boundless
Radiance
Illumination
I see You clearly
Your love for me
Yet darkness calls me
A fraction of me craves it
The chase stimulating
Sometimes exciting
But I turn Your light towards me
Its rays dispels the murkiness
And I repent remembering Your light
Father even if I try to love the darkness
Let me give it up for You
And love You more
Make my life Your light
So that You may be seen high and lifted up in me
Forever
Shining
In my soul
©2011idreamagreenworldworks
October 24, 2011 at 6:36 pm (love, poetry, soul, thoughts, words)
I have to admit that it’s been a minute since I’ve posted. My days are so full that sometimes it’s hard to sit still and write. In my last post, I said farewell to my 30′s and hello to my 40′s. Since then, I went on an amazing vacay to D.R., and traveled to ATL for a conference. All in the midst of my daily routine of work, rehearsals and just life.
This month unlike others has really ushered me into a different place. I feel as if truly change is happening and I’m paying attention so that I don’t screw it up.
I’ve also been inspired to write again. I’m not sure how long this will last but I’ll embrace it for as long as it wishes to stay. We’ll see what the day brings…
THE GLORY
I want to be in that place where I can let my hair down
I want to exchange my glory for Your glory
Let me be brave enough to break my box and pour my life on You
Let me be strong enough to be weak in Your presence
I’ve played the hero in my world for too long
Living up to the standard of being tough
It’s made my heart hard of hearing
I became deaf to the sound of Your heartbeat
Not recognizing its rhythm and melody playing the song of my life
I was afraid to let You be God
Control issues still force my hands and will to do things I know don’t make you smile
But I’m here now
Box in hand
Filled to the brim with everything I own
I’ve been saving all my life for this moment
But I’ve been afraid of staring eyes and grumbling mouths
Too concerned with what I looked like in their eyes so I presented perfection
Coiffed and made up
Concealing this scream I wanted to let out
HELP ME!
So many times I wanted to love you without abandon
My broken heart kept me from saying yes
So I poured my love into this box
Alabaster
Costly
All I have
I’ve never spent so much or expected so much in return
I arose today with expectancy
My heart beating rapidly because I knew that if I sought you that I would find you
Your love called to me and I found You
Many questioned my presence but all I felt was Your presence
Standing before You now
My hands tremble because Your mercy sees me and calls me worthy
Unashamed for the first time I let my hair down
I give into this passion of loving you completely
I let it engulf me and it causes my box to break
I pour my life, my love, my all onto You and worship You
For the first time freely
For the first time wholly
For the first time truly seeing You for who You are
I see Your glory
I want to live there
My glory for your glory
Move me now from glory to glory
Never to be the same
Preparing You for the greatest act of love
Your love prepared me to receive it
Your body
Your blood
My broken box held my love for You
Your broken body held Your love for me
You poured Your love on me
Without restraint
With abandon
Gave me life with Your life
Your glory in exchange for mine
All of You for all of me
More than enough
Full
Complete
Finally
Whole
©2011idreamagreenworldworks