Archive for March, 2009

A Body Prayer

Monday, March 30th, 2009

For every woman and girl who looks in the mirror and wishes she could change this or that about her body:

God, this is MY BODY.
She is an expression of Genius.

This is MY BODY.
She is more than fatigue, infirmity, soreness, cellulite, estrogen loss, and drooping breasts.

Lord, I want to LIVE in my Body.skeeping woman
Cleanse me of every thought that makes me
shame of my body.
Help me to experience LIFE
in my heart,
fingers and toes,
bosom and legs
arms and thighs
buttocks and uterus
lungs and belly
ignite a quickening fire in every cell of my body.

For I am
a woman in a Body.
My body.

I am the bird of Paradise.
I am consort of the Lion of Judah.
I am a 12 winged accolade to African women who died while trying; cried beyond tears; and loved when it hurt

There is Life in my Body.

May I never again be ashamed
For this is My Body which is

A Gift of God
A Sanctuary of my Divine Purpose, and
an Expression of the mystery of God.

This is My Body.

Why Our Girls?- Damn, Damn, Damn

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

I give up.

I have started and stopped and started rewriting this blogpiece 10 times already. I can’t seem to find my footing into this topic. The numbers are staggering.

One of every four teenage girls between 14-19 years old has been infected with a sexually transmitted disease.

Now take a look at the figures for black girls.

Forty-eight percent (48%) of African American teen girls between 14-19 years old has had at least one sexually transmitted disease.

What are we to think? How are we supposed to interpret this data?

pregnant bellyAre we to believe that black girls have more sex, more teen pregnancies, and more STD’s than any other population?

Now they are telling us that African Americans who make up only 13% of the population comprise half of the population living with HIV/AIDS in this country with African American, and that our teens are becoming the fastest growing poupulation contracting the disease. What are we supposed to think? That we have a bunch of diseased-ridden young sluts and studs that we call our children?

I know I owe  my readers a thoughtful, critical piece on this topic, but I’m at a loss for words right now. I know that because I’m a minister I should end with something inspiring and hopeful. I will, maybe tomorrow. But today I’m still trying to make sense of this. It’s not like I haven’t seen these figures before. It’s not like I haven’t addressed the topic of teen sex on the blog before. But there are days when you get it. It hits you over the head. The colossal tragic sadness of it all. It’s unfair.

And now they’re telling us that African-American teen girls need to be the first to receive the newly approved human papillomavirus (HPV) vaccine . Something is wrong.

Why our children?

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that a friend called earlier this week with the heartbreaking news that their 15 year old niece who’s an honor roll student has been diagnosed HIV positive.

I just sent a text to the teenager who lives in my house: “We need to talk…about STDs…again!” She’s supposed to be in class right now. But I don’t know. I can’t be sure. Who knows?  She’s gonna freak when she reads her mother’s text. Her crazy mother who’s a minister and a blogger and fancies herself a thinking woman of faith.

Somebody hand me a bible…and a drink.

O…O…O and Michelle

Monday, March 23rd, 2009

Picked up the  recent issue of O magazine, you know the one with Oprah and Michelle Obama on the cover, and read it on the plane yesterday from Los Angeles. For the first time since the magazine was launched nine years ago, O, The Oprah Magazine features a cover model other than just Winfrey herself.

april 2009 cover

Lots of you have made it abundantly clear on the blog that you don’t read O magazine. I don’t understand why not. I try to read it whenever I can. It’s really pretty good. Great articles. Strong writing.  Striking photos. Okay, so I’m rarely interested in the magazine’s fashions. Okay, given Oprah’s much publicized battle with weight and with all the talk she does on her show about growing older and wiser you’d expect the magazine to feature more women models with beauty and glamour the average woman can duplicate as opposed to the kind that makes you just stare at, envy, and slam the magazine shut. If you can get past the willowy young women with plastic expressions that fill the magazine, you’re bound to find something to read that well worth the magazine’s $4.50 price.

I appreciate Winfrey’s commitment to feature some socially important topic in every issue. There’s always something in the magazine for the thinking, socially conscious woman. I like that.This month? Preserving the earth’s resources.  I don’t buy nearly as magazines every month as I once did. But I buy and read O because it’s the only magazine on the stands published by a black woman. That alone should make it worth our support. And, by the way, it doesn’t bother me a bit that Oprah’s face has been the only face on the cover for the past 9 years. She’s figured out a way to brand her name, her face, and the first letter of her name. What’s the problem with that? You go girl.  For all you haters out there, stop hating.

In the April issue Oprah Winfrey asks Michelle Obama about her new life in the White House.  If you’re interested in what Michelle Obama has to say, buy the magazine. It’s the First Lady’s first interview from the White House (a major coup for O magazine).

Here are some highlights of the interview:

* On her first weekend in the White House: Well, we still had family here, so it was almost like a wedding. A huge, very complicated wedding. The last visitors didn’t leave until Sunday. And then the first Monday was kind of weird. You know: Now we live here, and Barack is getting up and going to work, and it’s just us. This is our home now.

* On who the White House really belongs to: When you go out and come back, especially at night, with all the white lights on — it’s just beautiful. We feel privileged, and we feel a responsibility to make it feel like the people’s house. We have the good fortune of being able to sleep here, but this house belongs to America.

* On her marriage to Barack Obama: I don’t lose sight of the fact that he’s the president, but first and foremost he’s my husband, my friend, and the father of my children. That didn’t change with his hand on the Lincoln Bible. But it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the gravity of what he’s doing. The way I can honor that is by working by his side and adding value to what he’s doing in any way that I can. that’s my part in this.

Buy O, read it, and let me know what you think.

6 No Low — Open Thread Thursday

Thursday, March 19th, 2009

Annie Lee
It’s Open Thread Thursday. Drop me a line about whatever is on your mind.

Anybody for a game of cards! That’s Annie Lee’s famous painting “6 No Uptown.” It will make a great gift for a friend! Every HBCU graduate should have one!

If I had the time I’d write about Bristol Palin’s break up with her baby’s daddy Levi Johnston.  Another one of my pet peeves.  I see it all the time. The baby arrives, and the young unwed couple calls it quits. Ah, the biological urge to mate and breed that once satisfied leaves you saying to yourself, “Who are you” and “What in the crap was I thinking?”

Like I said, if I had time I’d write about the plight of children born to unwed couples, but I don’t. I’ve written before on the topic. But I need to do an update. Maybe next week.

For now, it’s been one of those weeks.

I’ve been running all week. Had to step in and teach bible study for the pastor this week. Dashed over to hear a girlfriend preach at a Baptist women’s luncheon event. The sermon was based on the story of Queen Vashti and was entitled, “Hell No.” You heard me right. The Baptists nearly choked on their green beans when my friend repeated her title. It was great!! Got a dry cough that I haven’t been able to kick.  Leave for a LA trip tomorrow and I’m not prepared. Spent a couple of late evenings at a friend’s house working on my quilt and designing some banners for the church.  Just threw a load of clothes in the washer so I’ll have something clean to wear to LA. Need to squeeze in a little time tonight on the weight machine. Yikes! My arms are getting flabby.

Like I said: 6 Now Low! Anybody for a game of cards?

Drop me a link. Start a debate. Share a little trivia and (cough. cough) gossip.