jamaican-thought-daughter
exploration my lens of the jamaican-americana and black femininity
jamaican-thought-daughter
They tied ribbons in our hair that matched the colors of the clothes we wore. We were as beautiful as flowers. We are never as beautiful as we were then. We have the photographs as proof. And we do need proof because as women we are at times resentful daughters, who can barely remember the days our mothers treated us as innocently as we once were.
Alexia Arthurs • How to Love a Jamaican: Stories
It’s saying exactly what you think, regardless of how it will affect the listener. Perhaps this is the language of the oppressed—the colonized, the enslaved. Maybe our kind doesn’t have time for soft words.
Alexia Arthurs • How to Love a Jamaican: Stories
idk which beautiful dark skinned woman needs to hear this (me, it’s me) but you do not have to be okay with how you are treated and received by the world. it is perfectly natural to feel frustrated when you have a light that so many are unwilling to acknowledge
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