Tribute To Uniqueness
by Claudesta l. Riggs
I am writing this article for whom? For all black sistas. The time is now, the place is here, and the subject is us. In case you haven't noticed, or in case you haven't realized it- we are by all intent and purpose unique. Not because we are any better, and not because we are any less,but simply because we just are. I pay tribute to uniqueness.
That which is the essence of individuality, a purpose , and created by design. Individuality promotes personalitywhich produces personable quality.that which no other person can lay claim to. It is by all intention a mark of distinction. Instead of questioning why? Is my hair so short , so nappy, so bad vs. Yours so good. Lay claim to its uniqueness. Unique because believe it or not yours can do something that perhaps mine cannot. Nappy is good, kinky is good, shrinkage is good, coily is good, it is all good.it is the incredible source of just being. I pay tribute to individuality.
We have purpose of being. We are who we are,what we are, what we can do, or will do in this life. We can never be anyone else nor should we desire to be. No one else can do or be or have your purpose of being.
Have you ever noticed the simplicity of of a sunset? A single flower blooming? A raindrop falling? Its beauty isin itself, just its purpose of being. I pay tribute to purpose of being. Then, but certainly not least we are created by design.
As black women we have a rainbow of colors, a variety of features, many definitions of body shapes, anincredible source of strength , and a potential for greatness!.
For the master designer , our creator to take so much time in creating us, fashioning us, molding us to look so different we must be one fine mama jama to have been created so uniquely. It doesn't take anything to look or be like everyone else, but it takes everything to be yourself. All that encompasses who you are. I pay tribute to creation by design. Let us own our beauty.
The greatest form of flattery ever is imitation. Haven't we imitated one standard, one image of beauty long enough? Haven't we bent over backwards, played the game all too well? Or one way long enough? Haven't we been lost ? Somewhere out there? Unable to find our way? Unable to see, unable to hear our voice speaking, singing, shouting , come home sista, come home to me, and be free. I mean uniquely free.
Stop living in the mind of someone else. I have found my peace by being naturally me. Peace to you beautiful black sistas!!
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