The Booty Don’t Lie

Can “big booty privilege” make women mean?

Heyyy, how y’all doing? Good? Miss me? Cool…I had to throw some niceties in because my mind is on rapid and I gotta blog this before it gets lost in the vast randomness that is my mind. lol

So, if you’ve ever really paid attention, you all know I have on many occasion gotten inspiration for this blog by simply listening to friends, chatting with them in the inbox and such…so today is no different.

It started with a very ugly tweet thread I saw on tumblr. I won’t say who it was, not because I fear the backlash, but because I don’t believe in calling out behavior like that publicly if I’m not going to go HARD and be a FRIEND about it by taking it privately first. I feel very strongly about things like this, but I know my audience. I’m familiar with how folks can be and it would only get uglier and honestly, I don’t have the energy for a back and forth with folks who come with armies of ass kissers.

ANYWAY…

What I can’t stand is the mean girl syndrome. The bullying. *breathes deeply* Where do I damn start?

Okay, FIRST…let me address this thing that people have with “atting” celebrities their ugly opinions. Blogging, commenting, etc…publicly…addressing these people you DON’T know but THINK you do. I know that because we buy and support their music, movies, art, businesses, etc…we feel some sense of entitlement to their persona…and that’s partially true. Their PERSONA is ours to love or hate, laud or reject. Their PERSON, is theirs. Not ours. JUST because someone lives in the public eyes due to stardom doesn’t mean we arbitrarily have the right to go in on them when we feel like it. They’re humans…extraordinary ones with extraordinary jobs and lives…but, humans nonetheless. It’s NOT our right to barbecue them for the way they choose to live or share or react to the world. YOU try having your entire life laid out for public consumption like an open buffet with no lids. Imagine all the fingers and germs that could get into your life if they could. Folks go in on celebs for being a whore (4-5 monogamous relationships back to back does NOT a whore make)…but, let us see YOUR little black book. If the cameras and paps were everywhere you were…who would the public think you were?

Secondly…the Internet has a penchant for saying everything that’s on its mind. You see a big woman in something you think makes her look nasty? You tell her. You see a man with a small penis? You tell him. You see a woman with an unflattering hairstyle or a baby with a “ghetto” name or a man with one tooth in his head…and what do you do? You tell him. WHY is that? Didn’t your parents teach you to not say ANY thing if it weren’t nice? Why does the Internet have you all so programmed to be cruel at the drop of a dime? Do better Internet…really.

Thirdly, this shit with judging folks on a regular basis, having fun at other people’s expense with retweets, hashtags, memes and GIFS is a little out of control. Is it okay to laugh at something funny? Sure…I love to laugh and do so often. I actually prefer to giggle at cat and dog fuckery, but that’s just me…

I digress.

Knowing someone’s life online and then constantly reminding them of a time they’re most likely trying to forget is beyond disrespectful. How would any of you like it if, if the one thing you were trying to let go of…was constantly regurgitated back to you? I did that to someone once…without even knowing it…and when I heard that it hurt her, I apologized. No one needs constant reminders of what they’ve done wrong. Most of us are far harder on ourselves than anyone else could ever be.

…stop being hypocrites y’all. I have seen in this past month, folks get on Twitter, Facebook, tumblr and blogs and tout their support of Trayvon, but then turn around and dismember Rachel Jeantel publicly ad nauseum. You’ll say, “No Justice, No Peace” but then use that same tongue to break someone down whom you dislike or find amusing. NO one should be your amusement to the point that it dehumanizes them and makes you feel no remorse for it. That’s so ugly.

Lastly, I find a lot of the women on the Internet…specifically Black women (yea I said that shit) who, because they are a certain skin tone or body build (see waist to hip ratio aka hourglass aka pear shaped, etc) believe they CAN be mean to others. Oh, and NO…I do not have a booty and I ain’t jealous. I have noassatall, but trust and believe with the sweetness that is my name *Kiwi*…booty don’t mean nothing to me. Besides…I walk like I got one 😉

Is it because they’ve spent a lifetime being complimented and adored by men and women, alike…that they feel like they can step over other people without so much as a whimpered “excuse me”? I see these chicks on Twitter with these huge followings. People telling them everyday how cool they are, how gorgeous they are, how fine their body is…has seemingly caused them to be megalomaniacs. Too much of a good thing CAN be detrimental…and clearly is. Chicks thinking because they’re the typically coveted body image…they can mistreat, disrespect and wave a “no fucks” hand at everyone they see fit to. Not cool ladies. We sisters could be SO strong if we’d unite and be a driving force of positivity, but if you don’t stop the cattiness, the meanness, the cliquish attitudes and cockiness…we’ll be stuck RIGHT here. In this moment…and how is that beneficial for posterity?

It’s not.

I’mma leave you with “Queen” by Janelle Monae and Erykah Badu…because even though the booty don’t lie…it sure can exaggerate the truth.

“Be a queen, see a queen, respect a queen.” ~ Kween Kiwi/Keys

The Status I Blogged




**This began as a status update on Google+ and I decided it was so lengthy (didn’t mean to go on and on) that it made more sense to blog it and link it to my social media**


I have been a “militant” woman since I was 17 yrs old and experienced my first Black Studies class in Mt. Vernon High School. Learning the difference between complexions and features, in regards to what makes a beautiful (c) attractive face. Learning the difference between an Afro-Centric POV and a Euro-Centric POV. Unlearning to learn. I’ve been doing that for almost 30 years now (I’m 40 for those who don’t know) and I’ve playfully called myself Kali X. I didn’t believe in the justice system…and then OJ was acquitted. I then got to see biopics like Hurricane, and rescinded my shortly restored belief in progress. 

Last night’s acquittal of Zimmerman stoked the flames of latent militancy in me. It’s not that the other stories went unnoticed. I saw most of them. Praying for families and justice. I was incited and made sad by them all. Yet, something about this one was an awakening. It doesn’t drown out the other lost lives and injustice. Not at all. One can feel strongly connected to something without overshadowing the next important thing. 

It’s like people…

 Just because I have a connection with one over the other doesn’t make the other insignificant. We can’t see EVERY thing and know EVERY one. Don’t be so hard on others for not seeing the other cases that are similar or as important to Trayvon’s. We connect where we can. Just know that caring at ALL is something that needs respect. Especially, in a society where we’re numb and desensitized to the news and it’s daily casualties. That’s lesson 101 in “Save our Community”. STOP telling people how to care and how to rally. 

We’ve been conditioned for so many years to mind our business and protect home over everything else. A lot of us were raised in communities that valued the motto, “Snitches Get Stitches”. It was encouraged to keep your opinion to yourself. Think of the days before the civil rights, where a Negro would see another being unjustly beat, punished or accused…and if he wanted to keep his and the lives of his family safe…he’d better pretend he didn’t see it.

THAT kind of conditioning has been taught, subtly generation after generation. Kind of like how kids were taught to be seen and not heard. So, it’s got to be understood at some point that it would be easiest for people to turn their heads. 

Back to my point. Due to that indoctrination of our people…it’s admirable when someone decides to put down the fear of retribution and pick up a petitioner’s pen, or a picket sign, or a blackened profile pic. In whatever way someone can show support…respect that. Speaking against the efforts, however small…of other people is the VERY reason we can never come together and unify. SOME one always knows a better way and therein lies the start of division.

I’ve been quiet since the verdict. I’ve read the statuses, tweets, reblogs and Instagram pics and I’ve chosen to remain quiet til now. 

I don’t know about anyone else…but this has created a fear in me. A good kind of fear though. An awareness, if you will. It’s a re-awakening back to the knowledge of reality. We HAVE to start teaching our kids how to protect themselves. They have to understand that we’re living in anarchy. It’s not in full swing yet, but it will be. The Age of Aquarius dictates that in order for there to be peace…the old ways, the old foundation of government, history of politics, must be torn down. Only then can a new world be built. 

That was my thought today…maybe I’ll come back and blog some more later. 

Peace, Kweendom



Justice Don’t Live Here

Remember that Bugs Bunny episode?

Yea, so…they found Zimmerman not guilty.

I’m not shocked, but I am.

So, this is my understanding:

  • A Black woman shoots off a gun, no one gets hurt…she gets 20 years
  • A Black man endangers dogs, gets time and fined

Nah, let me stop there, because if I listed all of the Sean Bells, Amadou Diallos, Troy Davises, Assata Shakurs, Emmit Tills, Hurricanes, Geronimo Pratts…man, I can list them until they reach back past the civil rights movement and the result will be the same.

The message being sent to our people is that our lives aren’t worth anything. We are STILL 3/5 of a man, still fighting for equality and recognition…and that the world sees us as the bottom of the barrel. ANIMALS are more valued than that of a scholarship-granted 17yr old on his way home from the convenience store.

I pray that Trayvon’s parents take this to civil court. Just the way the Browns and Goldmans tried OJ Simpson and made him accountable SOME how..so should Zimmerman have to pay somehow. His name should be dirt, his life should be rough…and yes, I know it’s all up to God and He’ll work it out, but I am at a loss for understanding right now so logic isn’t setting in. Excuse me for that. I just wanted to smack the smile off of Zimmerman and his defense attorneys faces. A child is dead and your win is dirty. It’s soiled with the politics of this man’s connections and this jury’s clear idiocy.

My profile pic is still blacked out…so are those of my friends who chose to stand in support…but, the black spaces aren’t profile pics online. The VOIDED, empty spaces belong to the hearts of Trayvon’s family and those who’ve come to love him through his father’s tears and mother’s strength. There’s a fear for the children and men of our families, there’s anger for the smugness and privilege of people like Zimmerman, there’s so many mixed emotions about justice and rights and loss of value to our culture.

I remember saying back when Obama was elected president, “Don’t get comfortable. Racism isn’t dead…it’ll never be gone. As a matter of fact, you will see it rise to the surface like driftwood…”

I knew not to get comfortable. The election of a Black person into office wasn’t an end to all of Black people’s problems…it was the beginning of an unveiling. The hate for our people had been cloaked in niceties and affirmative action and interracial marriages and stirred up to look like a perfect cafe au lait in a cup. What it really was…was suppressed behind fake smiles, whispers of disguised disdain and simple conspiracies at everyday places like jobs and schools. It was snide remarks and debates about the word nigga/er. It was hidden in devilish prodding and feigned innocence.

I for one have never and WILL never think racism is over or done or quieting. It’s roaring loudly into the ears of America right now.

“YOUR CHILD DOESN’T MATTER!!” …is what I hear America saying.

I hear you loud and clear.