It is painful to watch thousands of black women commit suicide everyday. I’m not talking about the quick, shoot yourself, or take some pills kind of suicide; I mean the slow, agonizing death that comes with allowing ourselves to be degraded, objectified, used and abused, then fighting so hard against our own best interest for the sake of members of our own race that mean us no good. I’m speaking in this case about the majority of hip hop (c)rap music that poisons us with every line that says some black girl is a whore, b*tch, trick, sperm receptacle or nappy head. Our souls are stomped upon with every lyric that says dark girls are ugly, light-skin is superior, and thugs are the best that we can get because we’re worthless pieces of trash. And this isn’t said by white people. It’s coming from black men–our supposed brothers in the struggle, and justified by the music media machine, the NAACP and worst of all, we black women support it every day, every minute, and every weekend when we drop it like it’s hot to Lil Wayne, et al. And if ANYONE DARE speak up against it–especially a white chick like Ashley Judd–that person gets pimp-slapped into apologizing for telling the damn truth. In just two lines of her book, All That Is Bitter & Sweet, she says “As far as I’m concerned, most rap and hip-hop music — with its rape culture and insanely abusive lyrics and depictions of girls and women as ‘ho’s’ — is the contemporary soundtrack of misogyny.” Exactly what part of that statement is NOT true? What part of rap/rape culture actually makes black women feel worth a dang? Continued at MadameNoire.com
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Way to Teach Ashley Judd a Lesson! Now, How Are We Better For It?
