Molasses — thick, dark brown syrup obtained from raw sugar during the refining process…
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Yes, the way my mind is set up I really did wonder what would happen if ALL African American women could reflect molasses? What do I mean by this? Well, what if we all formed a thick texture between us from our brown beautiful sweet melanin, raw strength, and mentality? Imagine the number of people we could feed and delicacies we could create when all the impurities and unwanted elements are removed.
Yesterday I had an encounter with an African American woman who was so bitter that she could not even accept a compliment from myself to her. I acknowledged her beauty and complimented on her job well done with raising her children as they were very respectful and kind toward me. She disregarded my compliments and continued to complain about her issues. I listened to her as she spoke and threw subliminal shade toward me while at the same time stating, “I have nothing against you.” This woman had become so blinded and manipulated by her own pain that she believed it was healing her. Ouch! Now, please know that I can only recognize this because I am a retired master of it. I used to be her. I was good at not seeing the God in the good but seeing the enemy in the good. I trained my mind to believe that everyone who came my way for good was after something else. This came from years of being hurt and lied to by others. I held on to the baggage. It piled up and eventually weighed on me so much I had no choice but to get rid of it.
After we finished speaking, I was upset. Not because she didn’t say thank you or because she threw so much shade my way but because this is my sister, granted I don’t know her at all but she’s another woman whose roots stem from the same continent as me. Then I wondered, how can we love our children enough to raise them but not love ourselves enough to let go of past pain for their sake? Isn’t the weight of jealousy too much? Aren’t we tired of dragging envy everywhere?
We are living in a world full of mental and physical shackles, how is it that we African American women are not looking out for each other more than what we are? I found my answers to those questions once again within in the word molasses, however this time I dug deeper into the history of it.
“Sugar’s most bitter legacy is that the labor of slaves caused the enslavement of even more Africans.”
– Jean M. West, Sugar and Slavery
You see where I’m headed with this whole molasses thing? Sugar which is sweet represents us African American women. Molasses which is sweet and thick in texture represents African American women united. Our most bitter legacy is the labor of slavery. This bitterness we carry is part of our legacy or history. So much so it runs through our genes which explains why it flows from us so naturally?
At the beginning of this blog post, I introduced the idea of re-defining how we treat each other by defining the unity of African American women through the definition of molasses. In the end, I explained the reason for the lack of unity of African American women through the history of molasses.
The goal is that you never look at molasses and African American women the same again. That every time you see or hear the word molasses, you think of an African American woman’s sweet texture and shackled history. Understand that although it is a choice for us to treat each other kindly we must over stand the years of hurt that we are against. It is not easy for every one of us to step into that thick texture of brown beautiful sweet melanin, raw strength, and mentality.
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It’s moments like the one that happened yesterday that make me appreciate being part of an empowering women’s group where the love is genuine. There is no hate or shade and our mission is to genuinely love and inspire other women to break the years of enslavement of our natural pure molasses.