So, I've been taking this African Dance Class and as the class is now coming to a close, I have learned a lot more than anticipated. Namely the differences between sexuality and sexual exploitation/ lewdness. The differences between being a woman, a female and being a lady. Also I have learned a deep appreciation for the power that women possess. As corny as this may sound to some, I feel deeply saddened that as a people, black women have become so hardened to the various circumstances that we have encountered on this earth that as a means of protection we act tougher, become tougher and callous ourselves. The callouses take away from the delicateness that women are to naturally possess. There is a huge misconception that succumbing to emotions, or feelings such as crying are signs of being a punk or being weak when these are in essence the things that make us women. Our sensitivity to situations, give us far greater insight and make us more able to recognize past mistakes so that we don't do them again.
In the class we move our hips, shake and shimmy our breast and celebrate the essence and force that is a woman.
We celebrate the duty we have of bringing life into the world.
We celebrate being the starting place of creation.
We move and parade our breasts which bring nourishment to the young and provide cushion to our men that no other pillow can provide.
We are a self replenishing sustainer to both young and old.
I've been in this class for over a month now and I finally understand. I finally feel like I have been called to be a lady, in addition to being a woman.
With all of this being said, I'm making a conscious effort to adjust my image that I put forth as a chick who acts like a dude and try to be always regarded as a lady in everything I do. It's been a while at acting the way I do, but I figure I've only been on the earth for 1/5 of my proposed life expectancy and I got a long way to go
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