I will never understand the hate behind when men or others say light skin women are better or they only like and want to date them. It’s not like we walk around thinking we are better. We don’t make comments like “The blacker the better the sweeter the juice”. Let one of us say something remotely close to that about us being better and they come for blood.
At the end of the day we all are black. Point blank and the period. Just because we may be someone’s preference doesn’t mean our sisters should be ready to tear us down. Or we feel better than our brown and dark skin sisters.
I grew up in a house full of brown and dark skin women and I wanted to look like them…but for whatever reason I was different. I finally excepted it and never felt better than them.
When we gonna let that shit go?! #askingforclarification
This weekend, my Potato was invited to a birthday party at Pump It Up and he just couldn’t get with it. I pretty sure he had was is called a sensory overload. I tried to get him to play but he just wanted me to sit there next to him and watch the other kids play. I kinda of felt bad watching him be unable to enjoy this venue. I tried to engage him with the small balls they had in a basket but he simply put them back and sat back down as if he was looking for a safe area.
As we moved into another room, he sat down on another bench. I finally got him engaged with the floor game:
This was pretty much all he would do. I felt so bad for him but then I thought to myself, he found a way to enjoy himself even if it was away from all the other kids.
I was bothered because I never seen him like that. He just wanted me there next to him. When it was time to leave, he didnt even fight to leave. I believe if he could’ve said ‘Mommy, let’s go he would’ve.”
But I will take this a learning lesson for us both. I will continue to take him places and let him experience different things. I don’t know if we will go back to this place, unless he can handle it.