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What exactly is an unapologetically Inquisitive black?

Well not only is it a name I call myself, but a description of every young black millennial who got a taste of the truth serum. The cold liquid spilling down our young throats while vileness of the teachings of how this narcissistic society profits from the suffering.

The taste is unbearable but it leaves you unapologetically asking for more. I began to yearn for the taste when Trayvon Martin was killed by George Zimmerman. I was 16 years old when the trial happened and it was that event that changed my life. That is when I began to ask why? How could justice not be served?

I began to notice things. Like Kylie Jenner was famously quoted “2016 is the year of realizing stuff.” For me, 2012 was that. I began to notice the treatment of our first black president. President Obama is arguably the most disrespected president in history and somehow non people of color were suddenly color blind. They could not see how race factors into the constant and blatant disrespect. How?

From Ferguson to the birthing of Black Lives Matter, to Tamir Rice, to Alton Sterling, to White Lives and Blue Lives Matter, how can anybody claim racism was over? My question to the: when? I was next made aware of respectability politics and patriarchal-ism within the social movements. I began to shift my questioning to how could we forget our women? Now enters Inquisitive femininity. Femininity to

Inquisitive Femininity

I was next made aware of respectability politics and patriarchal-ism within the social movements. I began to shift my questioning to how could we forget our women? Now enters “inquisitive femininity”. Femininity, to me, is more than my reproductive organs but learning to appreciate my flaws, my sisterhood.

It took years for me to build up the confidence to embrace my own features. I’ve learned to love my wide hips, big hair, and wide nose and thick thighs, which, yes indeed, save lives. I’ve found my own sexy but not from the compliments from male counterparts but from within myself.

I would be lying if I didn’t say that my inspiration to dig into my own body did not stem from the confident soul sisters before me. It’s because of my fellow honey-dipped melanin sisters that I learned to find my own femininity and that doesn’t happen without asking yourself a few questions.

If you were to capture my essence on a canvas, I’d suggest that the canvas be covered in work that emulates a strong soul sistah whose not afraid to challenge the status quo while loving herself.

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