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Happy Black Girl Day: Guest Post from Lyrik: “I am a Woman: A Manifesta”

In honor of Happy Black Girl Day, I share my space here at Dirty Pretty Thangs with fellow Black Woman Writer, Porsha “Lyrik” Coleman. Lyrik has been a long-time supporter of my blog’s many incarnations and I am honored to provide a loving and safe space for her to share here. Thank you so much for your submission, Sister.

 

I am a Woman: A Manifesta

 

I am a woman, and I will stop apologizing for that. I will stop apologizing for being fat, for still feeling beautiful.I will stop apologizing for torturing myself with societies standards, magazine covers and people who disagree that i am beautiful beyond measure.

 

I am a woman and I will not be sorry, not today or tomorrow and hopefully never again. I will not be sorry that I like food, and laughter, that i like to fuck and be held, that i cry, and need to be heard.

I am a woman and I will not let my self worth be defined by ANYBODY else but me including marie claire magazine or psychology today. I will not display my body in exchange for a bill of goods bought and sold by men, women, governments and media.

I am black, and i will not barter my POWER because of it, I will not shrink, I will not die, I will not fold into stereotypes and statistics. I will not apologize for my hair, or nose, my statue or natural glow. I will not be sorry that I don’t wear makeup or heels. I will not be sorry for my arms, my hands, my feet, my legs, my lips, my breasts, my voice, my mind, my spirit, my soul, my flesh, my wants.

I will be tall without apology, I will not sit in the back of the room, or bus, or school, or office. I will love myself with passion and purpose. I will be a proverbs woman. I will no longer accept what is unworthy of me.

I am a woman, i can carry babies and civilizations. I can write anthologies and histories, I can be griot and worshiper, I can hold church and life. I can keep homes and secrets. I can read books and minds.

I am a woman i will defy all logic but God’s, I will remember I am made in his image, I will live in my highest consciousness. I will be everything I am meant to be.

I am a woman and I will stop apologizing for me…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrik is a Washington, DC based writer by passion and profession, whose work seeks to explore the intersections of gender, race, class, culture and spirituality. A blogosphere nomad Lyrik opts to spend more time waxing poetic on other people’s turf and resigning herself to writing anthology submissions, poetry, and personal testimony opposed to maintaining her own permanent space on the internet. When not writing she seeks to inspire, influence, and build community through film making, workshops, and panel discussions.
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Happy Black Girl Day: A Review of “Running: AMOK”, A Musical Stage Play by Liberated Muse Productions

Last night, thanks to the generosity of my good friends Liz and Jamal, I had the opportunity to attend a performance of “Running: AMOK”, a musical stage play by Liberated Muse Productions.

 

The performance was held at The Corner Store Gallery, an art space on Capitol Hill here in DC. The play was written, directed and produced by Khadijah Ali-Coleman, a Black woman playwright, author and lyricist located in the DC area. Khadijah is co-founder of Liberated Muse Productions and the Capitol Hip-Hop Soul Festival. I can say with all honesty that going in with absolutely no prior knowledge of what this play was about I was absolutely blown away. This play tackles what I’ve always considered to be one the most controversial topics for Black women: when we admit that motherhood is hard and damn near drives us over the edge.

The cast includes :

  • Quiniece as “LaChelle”
  • Rayona L. Young (my VERY good girlfriend)  as “Nina”
  • Nia Simmons as “Lyn” (Nina’s Cousin/Business Manager)
  • Deja Belle as “Camille”
  • Lyn Artope as “Benny” (Camille’s mom)
  • Colette Williams as “Mama Belle”

 

“Running: AMOK” tells the story of three creative women who find themselves pregnant in the middle of their careers and how each one deals with her new reality. The play opens with each of the women telling the people closest to them about their pregnancies. One woman, LaChelle, a singer and single, is ecstatic about her pending motherhood and wastes no time telling all her friends and family the good news. Camille, an author living at home with her parents, seems ambivalent but confident, much to her mother, Benny’s chagrin. Nina, a high-profile fashion designer, tells her cousin/manager Lyn that she plans on getting an abortion, but doesn’t go through with it.

The three women eventually meet in the waiting room of a psychiatrist, nine months post-partum. Motherhood is nothing what any of them imagined. LaChelle’s boyfriend left her right before her baby was  born and she lost her singing gig, Camille’s writing contracts are drying up and Nina has no time to devout to her art, she’s overwhelmed by the demands of mothering AND her husband. Each of these women are their own overheated pots about to boil over and explode. The wise Mama Belle, an eccentric mother of 3 grown children, grandmother of one, singer, wife and business owner shows up and drops pearls of wisdom on the new moms in that waiting room that none of them expected to receive.

What impressed me the most about this play is each of these characters are like women all of us know and they actually talk about the realities of being a mother and still wanting to “be” at the same time. Too often, women are told that they must become some “Martyr of Motherhood” and die in spirit in order to raise a child successfully. We’re shamed by our family and community when we admit to not taking well to motherhood right away or even when we hit a wall and become frustrated and confused by our children. “Running: AMOK” adresses these points and more. As a mother and creative woman, I could relate to so much of what each of the characters was going through. It felt good to finally have these things said out in the open. And I must say that I was so glad that “Running: AMOK” showed these Black women seeking THERAPY!! Chasing wellness and happiness!

The play was funny, poignant, and emotional. It is extremely well-written and you definitely hear Khadijah telling her own very personal story as a mom and creative woman through the dialogue.  The songs were great and the actors/singers were all amazing, across the board. I can definitely see this small community production growing and going above and beyond what anybody in the audience could realize. I am so glad I was able to attend such an awesome performance.

Liz, me & our friend Rayona, who played "Nina" in the play "Running: AMOK"

 

If you are in the DC Metro Area over the next few days, please make your way to a performance of Running: AMOK. Click here for more information on this play and how to purchase tickets.

 

 

~pbg

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Happy Black Girl Day: October Is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Happy Black Girl Day, My Lovelies!

It’s been a long month, huh? We really need this one in October because the last few weeks have been kind of rough on us. But we’re still here, amen and amen.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Most of us are ladies with breasts. If not, you’re a man that loves a woman with breasts. I’m just about certain that this is fact. It is of the utmost importance that we are diligent in the care of our breasts. According to the National Cancer Institute, in 2010, there were 207,090 new diagnoses of breast cancer in women. There were 1,970 cases of breast cancer diagnosed in men. Yes, men can get it too. Deaths due to breast cancer this year totaled 39,894 women and 390 for men.

In Black women, there are some startling facts about breast cancer. I found these on the African American Breast Cancer Alliance Website:

  1. African American/Black women under the age of 40 have more aggressive and deadly tumors, need earlier, more frequent breast cancer screenings, and aggressive medical treatment to increase their survival advantages.
  2. Elderly black women may be less aware of breast cancer risk factors or delay medical attention, which results in more advanced disease.
  3. Breast cancer is a leading cause of death among black women

Happy Black Girls are healthy black girls. Please learn to do your monthly breast exams (click here to check out a sista doing a demonstration on a YouTube tutorial) and report any strange findings to your doctor immediately. Also be sure to get a clinical breast exam from your doctor/health care provider. If you are 35 and over, it’s time to start getting yearly mammograms. This is how we can be more proactive in our own well-being, and in our own happiness.

I lost my dear Aunt Helen to breast cancer in 1992 and my daughter’s paternal grandmother whom I adored as well to the same disease in 2001. It is an ugly and mean disease. Let’s fight it with all our might, ladies. Fight for those who have gone on before us, for those who are battling it now and for our younger generation of girls (AND BOYS).

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**If you are in the DC area, feel to join the monthly Happy Black Girl Day Happy Hour. We will be meeting at Lounge of Three Bar & Restaurant, 1013 U Street, NW. We’ll be there from 6pm-9pm with some Red Velvet Cupcakes (while supplies last).  Bring your Happy self and anyone who loves a Happy Black Girl!
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Happy Black Girl Day: Health Matters

Happy Black Girl Day to all the Black Girls/Women/Chickadees/However You Identify today! I’m glad we all made it to another day to celebrate the Loveliness of Being a Black Woman.

I had every intention of writing a post about health for this month’s Happy Black Girl Day. It was just going to be something general to remind us all that a big part of being a Happy Black Girl is being a HEALTHY Black Girl. We must take care of ourselves, right? Right.

Instead of some cutesy generic post, this will be somewhat personal, as I was faced with a severe health crisis Tuesday and ended up spending several hours in the hospital. Let me tell ya’ll the story:

I have chronic hypertension. I was diagnosed for the first time in 2006.

In the past, I have been able to control it with exercise and diet. I lost 28 lbs and was able to live a healthy life without the medications. I did very well for a few years like that.

I started to regain the weight in 2008 after the onset of a severe bout with depression after my beloved Grandma died. I just didn’t handle that well at all, so I kind of folded in on myself and my sadness, eating, sleeping and not doing much at all outside of being sad. By the time I got myself up and out again, I had regained much of the weight I’d lost and the hypertension was back in full effect. *sigh* I went back to the doctor, got my meds straightened out and did well for awhile…again.

Fast forward to this year: I am again struggling with depressive episodes after losing my job. I stopped taking my medications and started staying home and away from people again, mainly because it’s cheaper to stay home. I found comfort in food again. Again. I hadn’t taken any of my meds for a long time, but I felt myself getting sick, so I made an appointment to go see my doctor. That was yesterday.

I got there and was very upset about family issues and the weight I’ve gained. I knew I wasn’t going to be happy with whatever the doctor told me. The triage nurse took my blood pressure reading and then took again, thinking the first reading was wrong. It wasn’t. My reading was 185/100.

Normal blood pressure for a woman my age is 120/80 or less.

After being examined by my doctor, she wrote me a prescription for medication and sent me to the Emergency Room for treatment. I was complaining of a headache and my pressure was high. Those two things are dangerous together, as they could be indicative of a stroke. I was VERY afraid. By the time I was examined at the ER an hour or so later, my numbers were even higher: 190/111. I can’t even lie, ya’ll. I started to cry. I thought I was about to pass away! I had a CAT scan done of my head that turned out normal. I was medicated, allowed to rest while the headache subsided and sent home after awhile.

I literally cannot live like this. My health matters. All of our health matters. In order to be happy, to live and live up to our full potentials, we have to take care of ourselves. Our bodies and our minds. Eat to live, exercise, see a doctor regularly, keep a positive attitude as much as possible and for God’s sake, ask for help when you need it. This could literally be the difference between life and death for any one of us. Every one of us…including me.

I have changes to make. I know that my individual case of hypertension is greatly influenced by lack of exercise and bad eating habits, which are rooted in my depression. I have to get this under control because I just want to live. I want to live free and I want to live happy. I’m sharing this in hopes that my health crisis today will motivate somebody somewhere to go see a doctor if they need to do so. We have to take care of ourselves. Do it because we really don’t have any choice.

Friends, do you have any challenges in the area of health and well-being? What do you think would help you get past them? Do you have any tips for me, because I could surely use them.

Thanks for reading!

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If you’re in the DC/DMV area, please join me and the other Happy Black Girl Day regulars for our monthly celebratory Happy Hour tonight at Lounge of III, located at 1013 U Street, NW Washington, DC. This will be the 4th event and each month it has gotten better and better. Any and everybody is welcome. I hope to see you there!

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