Quand l’art de l’image rencontre l’art de l’écriture 

Cela fait depuis des mois, voir même presque un an que je suis cette page insta de très près : La Rencontre Poétique. Si vous êtes amoureux de l’art, de la peinture, de la photographie et de l’écriture, cette page est faite pour vous!

Sur son site internet, Charles Swanski son fondateur y explique que le but est de créer une rencontre comme le nom l’indique, la rencontre entre deux artistes, entre deux arts, en l’occurrence ici entre l’art de la photographie ou de la peinture et l’art de la poésie, de la littérature,  de la musique.

Cette page est une bouffée d’air frais, en effet l’on pourrait se dire “poster une photo et y mettre une légende est le but même d’Insta, il n’y a donc rien d’étonnant à cela”. Oui bien sûr, mais la particularité de cette page, c’est que non seulement elle met en relation des artistes d’art différents mais surtout qui ne sont pas de la même époque!

Cela prouve encore une fois à quel point les genres et les mouvements qui peuvent sembler si éloignés peuvent néanmoins “se rencontrer”.

Voici quelques uns de mes rencontres poétiques préférées! :

“Laisse moi zoum zoum zang dans ta Benz Benz Benz”

NTM “Ma Benz” dans Suprême NTM, 1998.

Oeuvre d’art : “In the car” de Roy Lichstenstein, 1963.

“Tu t’en vas à la dérive,

Sur la rivière du souvenir,

Et moi courant sur la rive,

Je te crie de revenir,

Mais lentement, tu t’éloignes”

“La noyée” Serge Gainsbourg, 1971.

Oeuvre d’art : “Ophelia” de John Everett Millais, 1851.

“Il a mis le café
Dans la tasse
Il a mis le lait
Dans la tasse de café 
Il a mis le sucre
Dans le café au lait
Avec la petite cuiller
Il a tourné 
Il a bu le café au lait
Et il a reposé la tasse
Sans me parler”

“Déjeuner du matin” Jacques Prévert, “Paroles”, 1945.

Photographie : “Judy” de Jean Loup Sieff, New York  1964.

“Je suis belle, ô mortels! comme un rêve de pierre,

Et mon sein, où chacun s’est métro tour à tour,

Est fait pour inspirer au poète un amour,

Éternel et muet ainsi que la matière”

“La beauté” des “Fleurs du mal” de Baudelaire, 1857.

Oeuvre d’art : “Judith et Holopherne ” de Klimt, 1901.

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#PRIXCHARLIEHEBDO : Et si on remplaçait le bac par un long séjour dans un club Med djihadiste ?

Hello fellas!

Le 11 mai dernier Charlie Hebdo a finalement révélé le nom et les textes des 10 finalistes concernant le #prixcharliehedbo, concours auquel j’ai participé et malgré avoir envoyé maintes et maintes fois mon texte, je ne l’ai jamais vu sur le site, c’est pas grave (en vrai je suis trop en rage, mais chut haha).

Quand bien même je ne gagnerai pas j’ai trouvé que ce prix littéraire était une très bonne initiative (surtout de la part de Charlie Hebdo) et j’ai pris énormément de plaisir à écrire. Le sujet de base était : “Et si on remplaçait le bac par…” le but était de compléter la phrase en quelques 4000 signes si je me souviens bien. Le concours était ouvert à partir  de l’age de 12, 13 ans ce que je trouve assez curieux, cela m’aurait paru plus censé de ne réserver ce prix qu’à de futurs bacheliers vu le sujet donné, mais j’ai quand même lu des textes écrits par des jeunes de 12, 13 ans et force est de constater qu’il y en a qui ont écrit des textes très drôles et très intéressants que je vous invite à lire sur le site du concours .

Anyway, comme je l’écrivais précédemment j’ai donc participé à ce prix et quand bien même mon texte n’a pas été sélectionné je voulais le partager avec vous. Alors attention, c’est bien évidemment satirique, ironique et tout ce que vous voulez sauf raciste, antisémite, c’est donc un texte à prendre au second degré (de toute façon, à quoi d’autre peut-on s’attendre lorsqu’il s’agit de Charlie Hebdo ^^). J ‘avais écrit une version plus longue et d’autres versions que j’ai publié sur certaines pages Facebook, mais celle-ci est la version officielle, en espérant que celle-ci vous plaira! Avec l’atmosphère lourde et pesante qui règne suite aux attentats qui se multiplient un peu partout dans le monde, une petite dose de rire ne peut faire que du bien, enjoy!

Et si on remplaçait le bac par un long séjour dans un club Med djihadiste ?

Je viens ici vous déclarer que je suis indignée, mais d’une indignation plus qu’indigne! Hélas mes bonnes gens, je me suis fait baiser, mais baiser d’une façon! Pendant que j’étudie pour le bac, des Arabes et des Noirs (#ISISLAFAMILLE) de mon âge, plus et moins, partent en vacances en Afrique et au Moyen Orient, gratuitement. Je puis vous assurer que c’est le Club Med qui envoie tous ces bougnouls et ces negros au bled, sauf que l’aller est très long et lorsqu’ils reviennent, la France finit en feux d’artifice. Les gros titres disaient du Bataclan : “#KetchupParty improvisée au Bataclan, organisée par Jawad et ses cousins en l’honneur des « Eagles of Death Metal ». Allah en est sûrement ravi, j’en suis certaine ! Comprenez donc mon étonnement, moi qui avais toujours pensé que l’Islam était une religion de paix. L’islam n’est pas d’une extrême violence comme le vante si bien les médias, c’est une religion ouverte qui organise pas mal de #SurpriseParties mais ce que je trouve fort regrettable, c’est qu’ils en font plus particulièrement chez les Juifs. Moi qui avais toujours pensé que Musulmans et Juifs ne se mélangeaient pas…

Je quitte la filière littéraire et la chrétienté pour partir faire le djihad. Les femmes, voilées et maltraitées?  Rassurez-vous, ils font juste ça pour le JT de TF1, pour leurs beaux petits reportages.  J’ai appris sur un site extrémiste que des postes de figurants pour vidéos de propagandes en Syrie étaient vacants, J’y ai même aperçu Nabilla et Zahia et je puis vous assurer qu’elles ne sont en aucun cas ni violées ni voilées devant la caméra. On galère pour l’année du bac, puis avec les partiels à la fac, et pour finir avec quoi? Pour finir seul et au chômage! Alors comprenez que ces clubs de vacances proposés par ces musulmans extrémistes sont ma foi, à prendre en considération!

Je me souviens des paroles du Père Bastien lorsque j’ai eu l’honneur de visiter la Cathédrale de Rouen. J’ai été traumatisé par le souvenir troublant que j’ai gardé de la Chapelle de la Sainte Vierge, lorsque j’ai vu, comme un Borgia, le prêtre se jeter sur le petit Gabriel, mon camarade de catéchisme. Après avoir compris que j’avais assisté à ce saint événement, il s’est approché et a murmuré dans mon oreille : “La gloire du Seigneur prend, ma foi, des chemins détournés mon enfant”. Vous voyez ? Le djihadisme est ZE solution, laissez l’œil d’Allah vous guider. Ah, votre esprit est si embrigadé par l’éducation française, la culture française, le pain français, le camembert français, les Tuches! Le djihadisme est l’avenir de notre génération! #RPZLE21ÈMESIECLE #CESTTROPLECLATE. Nous avons cette chance unique de promouvoir la loi d’Allah grâce à des feux d’artifices d’une beauté absolument sanglante ! Ils nous offrent ce que l’Etat français ne peut plus nous offrir : un travail. Nous avons la possibilité de servir Allah tout en bronzant au soleil, les entraînements au tir sont bien évidemment obligatoires, en présence des populations locales bien entendu,  sinon ce n’est pas réaliste et il n’y aurait donc aucun intérêt. Néanmoins, ce spectacle d’épiderme humain projeté dans tous les sens est cela dit, ma foi, tout à fait resplendissant, n’en déplaise aux haineux et aux esprits asservis (Méfiez-vous des Tuches, méfiez-vous).

Sur ce propos, je dirais qu’en tant que future ex bachelière littéraire overdosée de bovarysme et de liaisons incestueuses que l’éducation nationale ne cesse de nous rabâcher, je m’en vais de ce pas demander la citoyenneté islamique. Oui aux kalaches, aux #KetchupParty et aux feux d’artifices! Allah Akbar ! Françaises et Français, d’origine fromagère, beurrette ou négrière (les asiatiques ne sont pas encore inclus) je vous invite à passer un merveilleux séjour dans un club Med spécial djihad avec des choix divers et variés pour rejoindre l’éternité avec Allah. Hamdoulilah ! #ABASLESTUCHES #ONESTPASTOUSEULS

À bon entendeur, salut!

#DEVIAM

 

 

 

FEMINISM AND ISLAM

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I just saw on TV (TF1, first french channel in…Well France haha) a report about big fashion brands promoting Islamic clothes like hijabs, abayas or Islamic clothes in general such like Dolce Gabbana:

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Okok so first of all, I never saw face to face a woman wearing a burqa for example, for me it is just french media or media in general which are making it a bigger issue than it is, BUT that’s my point of view so whatever.

HOWEVER, I have to admit that even in reports or interviews that I see on TV, I’m not comfortable with women wearing it, all you can see from them is their eyes and that’s pretty scary, I mean it doesn’t encourage you to have a good perception of the person you know? A hijab yes, a burqa I’m not 100 percent pro. But then I thought: is this the media playing with my mind by portraying in a non-objective way women wearing hijabs so I’ll have a negative perception about them? Don’t know though.

Look at this young Muslim woman slaying as the first hijab wearing H&M model, Mariah Idrissi:

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Here is her interview:

Look Mariah Idrissi’ Instagram account and you’ll see how beautiful a Muslim woman wearing a hijab can be!

ANYWAY, in the report, the Minister of Families and for Women Rights Laurence Rossignol (with that name, it’s not even credible, it means nightingale in english) said that it was unacceptable and a feminist said that the issue with fashioning Islamic clothes is that it will glamourize the fact that covering the woman body is something acceptable, so basically both of these women are saying that promoting Islamic clothes is bad because it is not a good thing for the woman condition, it would be like regressing or whatever bullshit they think.

WELL, I’d like to state this: as in every religion, I guess feminism has different interpretations, definitions and all, because I just realized that the feminists or women who are denouncing/against Islamic clothes are white. Yes, western women who think their feminism must be applied for every woman, I like to think of white feminism as some new form of slavery or ok not to frustrate my fellow white friends I’ll say a new form of colonialism: “I am the best, I am smarter than you, I am western and you are some middle eastern/Asian/African so you better obey my rules, I’ll lead you to the path I chose for you. I’ll lead you where you’re supposed to be”, some white Jesus feminist you know.

BECAUSE for me, the goal of feminism is obviously not to stick to its own definition, it’s about accepting every kind of feminism. My battle/feminism as a young black woman living in a western country ain’t got nothing to do as the battle/feminism of a young black woman living in a middle east, Asian or african country. It was it is and it will never be the same, even if we are the same color. Feminism doesn’t depend only on being a woman, but on a woman experience, and hell yes you and me both know that each human being has its own experience, its own reaction, own way facing it.

THAT’S WHY, it is sad to me when white feminists or simply women dare to say such dumb things like that on TV, this is a shame for all women out there, I mean who are they? Lawd. Feminism is for me the acceptance of all kind of feminism, all around the world, for every woman, not matter their skin color, culture or religion. I mean think about it: We know that Islam is like the main religion in some middle east countries, so men and women have to respect the rules of these countries such as wearing hijabs and burqas and that it not right for us, but have you ever thought about the fact that some women there are completely fine with that? Our western feminism battle is not necessarily every feminism battle! And what is western feminism since not every feminist has western origins even if she has been raised in a western country?

I MEAN I’m not pro for these countries ruled by a certain religion or whatever, but that’s me and my point of view shouldn’t be imposed to others just because I am from a western country so it means that my thoughts and my actions are the best. Western sisters, calm the heck down and have a sit please. Ok just think about it : if all Muslim women were forced to wear it in some middle east countries and it is so bad for the woman condition and blablabla with our western point of view, what about Muslim women born and raised here in western countries who are wearing the hijab? Are they forced? Do they look desperate, unhappy? Hell naw! There is no single version of a woman and western feminism is not agree about that. Sad. Ok I get it, women in western countries fought for their freedom, to be free to be able to control their own body but have you ever thought about how crazy it may have sound to other women, for example Muslim women? Or maybe they didn’t understand but still accepted that way of thinking. Why and when will we accept that our feminism is not representative of all feminism, that it is not the only one feminism?

FEMINISM should adapt to its century, to every woman and her culture and religion, please. So if a woman wearing a hijab feels comfortable with her body covered, let her do so, let her slay, let her be. Do you boo boo, be and do your own feminism. It was my pleasure.

 

By DEVIAM.

Lyvie’s cooking : Cuisiner des plats africains n’a jamais été aussi facile et amusant!

 

“Franchement! Comment est-ce que tu vas faire dans quelques mois, quand tu seras à l’université? Tu vas manger Mcdo et toutes ces cochonneries là? Qui va même cuisiner pour toi? Il fallait rester avec moi et apprendre, maintenant regarde toi! Tchip!” – Signée Maman.

Presque chaque jour, ma mère me lance un regard à la fois désespérée et moqueur quand elle me voit manger. Et oui, je fais partie de ces ados dont les parents sont d’origine africaine et qui n’ont jamais vraiment adhérer au fufu ou encore à la sauce gombo de leur mère et qui préfère en fin de compte, faire chauffer une bonne pizza ou un croque-monsieur (plus flemmarde que moi tu meurs, et plus gourmande aussi!). Anyway, vous l’aurez compris la cuisine ce n’est pas mon fort mais depuis que j’ai découvert cette page Facebook, cuisiner ET cuisiner en l’occurrence des plats africains est devenu un vrai plaisir!

Cette page Facebook  appelée Lyvie’s cooking est gérée par une admin super sympa avec qui j’ai eu l’occasion d’échanger. Sa page permet non seulement de découvrir mais également et surtout d’apprendre à tout un chacun à cuisiner des plats africains de façon simple. La page compte déjà plus de 50 000 J’aime et vous pouvez retrouver quelques recettes sur YouTube et également sur Instagram. Quand bien même le nombre d’abonnés sur YouTube et Instagram n’est pas comparable au nombre de J’aime sur Facebook, Lyvie’s cooking a un avenir prometteur sur les réseaux sociaux et rend déjà service à beaucoup de jeunes et à toute génération confondue! C’est un coup de cœur pour moi car je trouve que c’est une idée géniale de partager des recettes de plats africains à travers des photos et surtout des vidéos, cela est très utile et très facile d’accès et je sens que je vais en avoir besoin quand je vivrais seule ou en coloc dans quelques mois! Quel que soit vos habitudes culinaires, je vous invite à regarder ses vidéos sur sa chaîne YouTube et à au moins essayer une ou deux recettes, c’est vraiment bon! Pour celles et ceux qui n’ont jamais testé la gastronomie africaine, suivre les vidéos de Lyvie est un bon départ et pour celles et ceux qui comme moi, n’ont jamais osé mettre la main à la patte parce que “c’est trop bizarre”, “mes amis ne mangent pas ce genre de chose”, vous et moi n’avons plus aucune excuse!

Voici quelques-unes de mes recettes préférées :

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Si vous ne savez pas quoi manger ce soir, pensez à Lyvie’s cooking!

 

 

By DEVIAM.

 

Soul Train Generation : Peace Love and Soul!

 

I do understand why young Afro Americans weren’t interested in Bob Marley’s reggae music at that time, because Soul and Rn’B were the heartbeat of this generation, of the 70s.

I watched a documentary on Arte, a French documentary channel, this is so sad that it only shows this kind of documentary late in the night, even often after midnight. Anyway, when I watched it my mind was totally blown away and I wanted to be a youngster in the 70s. Like, really. Soul Train was a TV Show which began in 1971 until 2006, created, produced and presented by the handsome and charismatic Don Cornelius. Damn this guy with his afro and his voice got me like, ok whatever. This TV program had its roots back in Chicago, and the goal was to attract black young people, so they can have people to look up too, people like them, especially of colour at first and then, it promoted diversity within the people, and with the music, playing and dancing on Soul, Rn’b, and other popular music in the 70s, 80s, until 2006. On this show, you obviously watched the debut of Michael Jackson with the Jackson Five, there were artists such as James Brown, Marvin Gaye, David Bowie or Elton John.

 

Thanks to this show, black young people could identify to black artists and artists in general, because of it, young black and young white people mixed together in the name of music, of dance. Music permitted to slow down racism, to open minds and hearts of people to the world, to other communities.

From love songs in the 70s to hip hop and rap talking about the hood and the real life of the streets, Soul Train was followed by many generations of young people, Don Cornelius was the first and most known TV host, he stayed for 22 years, there were more than 1000 episodes in 36 years and from this show was created the Soul Train Awards for example. Like, I know that I shouldn’t think or say that but how I wish to be 17 back in the 70s 80s!  Especially for the “Soul Train Line”, have you heard about this? This is not a dance battle (maybe it gave birth to battles, don’t know) but a dance line, here is the concept; to have a soul train line, you need a bunch of people (better et funnier if they are from different backgrounds, culture or whatever I guess), wearing funny clothes and two by two, as couples, people dance along the line. Said like that it doesn’t seem awesome at all but I promised you it is so cool! Let’s watch some videos about it:

 

 

Thanks to this TV program, celebrities, dancers and ordinary people on the show created new dances, new moves such as the moonwalk. You thought it was created by Michael Jackson huh? Well huh hell to the naw naw naw, it wasn’t named like that but the move itself already existed and the problem is that I wanted to find the band who did it on the show but my researches lead me to this conclusion: many people claimed having created this move, so yes, Michael’s moonwalk isn’t that exceptional. Well ok yes it still is, anyway.  I asked my mother if the show was broadcast where she lived when she was young but she didn’t know about it, and I was so disappointed haha like I was expecting something that “Oh yes I do remember this show, it was awesome, we were dancing so much in front of the TV with this show” but I had something like “I think I was too young to even remember this show, sorry”. Haha. Anyway, I had a good time watching this documentary after midnight in the middle of the week (it’s bad kids, it’s bad) and if you have the chance to watch it, I hope you’ll like it! I really really recommend it!

 

 

By Deviam.

 

Curvy baes are slaying on social media!

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#CurvyGirlMovement

Now, curvy girls and women with big booties can stop dreaming about skinny Balmain’s models or Victoria Secret’s Angels and start dreaming about being the next Ashley Graham to slay on a podium or on the cover of a famous magazine, which is awesome, amazing. I am skinny, but I never dreamed of those anorexic bodies which can be found in Fashion shows and magazines covers, but I have to admit that if some bodies gave me to throw up, some models faces are just so beautiful, really (even without photoshop, for some of them of course).

“Gurl, you betta slay!” I thought when I began to see curvy women on my Instagram. I don’t want to be like them, for the simple reason that I’m confident with my body, no less no more (I want a bit more tho, but anyway). But what I envy from them is their boobies and their booty. What? Is it forbidden to dream of wanting more of something? (Let’s start a #bigboobiesbooty revolution my skinny girls! Ok bye). It is said that from 15 to 25 years old, your boobies and your booty can still pop from nowhere. Well I’m still waiting! (I have to wait 8 years tho…). But for real, isn’t it wonderful to feel beautiful and confident with big boobies and curves?? I’m sure it is!

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It’s like a revolution in both social media and the fashion world and that is so cool, because it allows girls and women not to be ashamed of their body and boys and men not to be ashamed to like plus sized females. That’s pretty cool. Ok, let’s introduce the first plus sized model that I ever saw on social media (or that I ever payed attention on, if you prefer) : Ashley Graham, or the curvy perfection. She’s 27 years old, She’s managed by IMG Models and she recently became the first plus-size model to pose in Sports Illustrated’s annual swimsuit issue :image

And omg look at her in that Bao Tranchi red dress at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party few days ago, she’s slaying!

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Let’s look now at these four Instagram baes that inspired me to write this article. They are around 20yo and that’s why they caught my attention : They are young, curvy and confident :

Kim Johansson

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Diana V

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Mina

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Dounia

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They are pretty well known on Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter and the list goes on, they have 57 000 to 310 000 followers on Instagram, 18 000 to 127 000 followers on Twitter, that’s kinda huge! I just think that having skinny models, curvy models and all sized models on social media and in the fashion industry is an awesome thing, and if some of us think that promoting plus sized women is disgusting, well my answer is that beauty begins with audacity. I mean, are you enough brave to pose in front of a camera, regardless of your size? Think before judging. I’m not pro “I show my body all over social media”, I just admire the audacity of some people and in this case, the bravery of these curvy women. Of course, it isn’t “brave” to show your body on social media, but it is when it’s about assuming who you are, whoever you want to be, regardless of your size and start by that a sort of revolution, an awareness.

But curvy women will be on the same scale as skinny ones when it’s about sexism (if it’s not the case already), that is, I think the main issue (unless some of them want to be sexualized and objectified).
Anyway, whether you’re agree/happy or not/offended by this, the “Curvy Girl Era” has begun and you won’t be able to stop it.

Mama I’m in Teen Vogue Magazine!

Ok basically…omg omg omg. I need to calm the heck down haha. I still can’t believe it. I am in Teen Vogue bébé! (I’m the first one who’s speaking)

Okok so I was on Teen Vogue’s instagram page like let’s say 30 minutes ago and I saw the face of a girl who did a #BlackGirlMagic Video like me (previous post) so I was like “Damn she made it! She won!” And then I read the caption and thats how I learned that they shared some other videos on their website. I spent like 5 minutes searching a recent post about #BlackGirlMagic and then I found it. Then I clicked on it. Then I waited. Then I saw my face. MY FACE. Can you believe it? Like, Amandla Stenberg and some Teen Vogue’ s editors edited a video with me in it. Can you belie…OH MY GOD like I was surprised you know, I was so shocked I couldn’t believe it. Well, I hope that this video will help other black girls all around the world because despite my excitement the goal was to share some #BlackGirlMagic vibe by telling my own story and my feelings so if you ever saw the video, give me your point of view about it! Don’t hesitate boo boo!

Have a nice day!

Deviam

What African Americans have in common with White Americans : they speak in the name of the many when it’s only the few.

 

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Afro Americans and White Americans love to say “We” and for both of them, black is black. Maybe it’s me but famous black people and the media love to say the word “Blacks”, they don’t bother saying “Afro Americans”, “Caribbean Americans” or “American Blacks”. Not every black person is Afro American in America and in the world in general, but as “we” love to say “All Blacks are the same”. Yeah. Well no.

I literally had this idea when I was in my bed, at midnight. And the title came up when I was in the shower this morning, just like that (ok no one cares and I’m cool with that bro).

It’s very cold outside, the train is not coming, so I’m making right now a big ass effort to write this article, anyway haha.

Back few hours ago in my bed, I was having as almost every night a convo with myself, like literally, I’m asking questions to myself and I answer to them. It’s weird as fuck I know but I promess that when I’m doing that I give you the best articles.

Anyway, back few hours ago in my bed, I was thinking: “Hey, when Afro Americans want to defend a cause, fight for a purpose, for example with the diversity in Hollywood, they say “Blacks are not enough represented” or “Blacks are this” “Blacks are that” no, it must stop, it must end.

I know it’s very specific but let’s take the example of the film ChiRaq by Spike Lee. It’s set up in Chicago, a mixed between Chicago and Iraq, both cities in which violence is predominant, guns violence. I am sorry but when Spike Lee in an interview is saying that “Blacks are not enough represented in the industry”, well, they are too much represented in his mouth and in hood movies. He could have just said “Afro Americans” or “Black people in Chicago have really suffered of guns violence” it will have suited better. First nobody likes complainers and secondly those who include everyone in their ratchet misery and yes, I just wrote that and no my goal is not just to critize “my people” like Afro Americans like to say, but as a young black westerner I am hella tired of being represented by “Afro Americans”.

I’m just saying that to help, for real. I think it will help to stop exaggerating about “Blacks” and then maybe Spike Lee will win an Oscar. I mean, Blacks in all hood movies, it’s annoying, if you want to win an Oscar, why don’t you portray “blacks” as middle class people, or even upper class people having normal lives and the rest you’ll figure it out because you’re a film director. I’m sure “Blacks” Americans, White Americans and I’m pretty sure some Afro Americans are tired of your “Blacks are not enough something” shit. It’s over Uncle Lee.

When in France and worldwide media tend to precise the origins of presumed terrorists, just to spread fear and negativity in people ‘s minds, I demand Afro Americans and White Americans to also be specific when they talk about “Blacks” whatever the situation is good or bad. As I surely already said in previous posts, I am Black for sure but I don’t see myself in the “Blacks” family picture of Afro American people.

The goal is not to divide people, to divide the “community” but to be straight, to be clear and to stop the clichés and stereotypes.

Now my words go to Spike Lee: He said that Blacks were prejudiced in a White Hollywood, well he should have said “Afro Americans” or “Blacks in America”, because “Blacks” in Europe and in other continents are surely not concerned. If he had said “Blacks in general are not enough winners in western industries, no problem because it is true, but still. Americans in general need to stop talking in the name of the many when it’s only the few.

Afro Americans in America, worldwide represent the “Blacks”, the “black community” and it must ceased. American culture is part of my culture but I am not Afro American. “Blacks” do not all live in a ghetto, speak and behave in a ratchet way, all the black guys out there don’t carry a gun or drugs in their coats or pockets, and all black women are not whores, “baby mamas”. No, I don‘t think so.

If you want to cease the clichés and the stereotypes, well stop perpetuating them with movies and songs which can be powerful tools of influence, bad as positive, they promote culture so please, stop the #OscarsSoWhite and start the #BlacksNotGhetto.

I’m not saying that the world shouldn’t be aware of Afro Americans issues, of course it must be aware, my point is that when you’re speaking, it is your own experience, don’t make yours ours.

A poem : #OneShadeOfBlack

Picture of this beautiful girl taken by this awesome photographer   both found on Instagram.

 

#OneShadeOfBlack

 

#IMNOTABLACKMOVIE.

#SORRYNOTSORRY

No, my great grandfathers and my great grandmothers weren’t born and raised slaves,

I’m not related to some black boys living in the hood,

I never wore thousands of different shades of wigs,

I am black but I don’t speak an “African language”.  “African” is not even a language. I just don’t speak the dialect of the birth country of my mother and the dialect of the birth country of my father,

I am black but I’m not Afro American,

I am black but I ain’t curvy,

I am black but rap and rn’b are not my favourite kind of music,

I am black but I’m not agree with the fact of black people calling each other’s “my nigga” Because I just don’t like the word,

I am black and it’s okay to call me black, because that is who I am.

I am black but I’m not exotic, stop making metaphors with animals such as “gazelle”, it won’t work if you want to flirt with me though,

I am black and I do have some family members in the birth countries of my parents and they are not starving, they’re not dying of hunger, thirst or of some decease.

And Africa is such a resourceful continent, not full of black people, but full of shades of black, as in Europe, America and Asia.

I am black but my mom isn’t a fat mama with a loud voice,

I am black but my dad isn’t a loud and violent man,

I am black but I’m not loud, angry or aggressive,

I am black and it’s not because I am that I am supposed to be the funny one, even if I can be really funny,

I am black but that doesn’t mean that I am a crazy believer in God,

I am black, but I never lived in a ghetto and I’m not ratchet,

I am black, but I don’t play basketball and I don’t twerk all day, in fact, not at all,

I am black, but no police men ever followed or arrested me,

I am black, but I won’t shout #BlackLivesMatter because it mainly concerns Afro American people. But if I do so I won’t do it because I’m black but because I believe in this movement,

I am black and I do have “real” hair, that I like to wear natural and not to hide behind a straight weave or a wig just to feel like all my white friends or to please anyone, to be professional, to fit in,

I am black but I never saw a gun in front of my face, my mother is not a single mother or a baby mama and my father is not a lazy black dude,

I am black but I’m not on drugs and I’m not a failure at school, in fact, I’m doing very well,

I am black and I know how to swim,

I am black, but I have no black squad or gang because I happened to be raised and to go in a school in an mostly white environment, but that doesn’t mean that I’m white washed or that I feel superior to other black people who don’t have any white friend. No. I just happened to be raise in Europe.

I am black and Afro American people who call themselves “black” ask me “what are you saying? Are you living in a dream?”

No I’m not.

I’m not and you have to understand that I am black and I am European and you may be black and American and the only things that link us is the colour of our skin and shared experiences, but we’re still not the same.

There are a lot of blacks out there, who may share stories, experiences, struggles, but it doesn’t necessarily means that we are the same and that every black person endured this or that experience.

I hear about racism, xenophobia every day and it does exist. But hey, don’t make it an even bigger issue,

Blacks as whites, you all make assumptions,

I remember my first day of school in Luxembourg, 4 years ago,

I asked the bus driver the station of my school, and he asked me “where is your school?”

I responded and the four black girls who were sitting close looked at me with disgust:

“Hmm, you’re going to that school?

“Haha, with all the white people there!” Said another girl.

I was shocked and I hated Luxembourg and I thought “okey, black people here don’t like me because I speak French and because I don’t go to “their” schools and they think that I speak “white”? What does that mean?

I have a lot of friends, more whites than blacks but I didn’t chose I swear, it just happened and that’s cool. And I promess, I’m not racist and I’m cool with black folks too.

It’s interesting how people are quick to judge. I mean, yes I am surrounded by a lot of white girls and boys who are German, Luxembourgish, French, Italian and obviously Portuguese, they are everywhere! Look! So many nationalities, so many different cultural background and so many bilingual and even trilingual people. I love diversity and I swear, I can be friends with every shade of black and every shade in the world.

I guess I am lucky, because I am not an Afro American young girl trapped in a black movie, which should be in fact called an “Afro American movie”.

I am black but my great grandfathers and great grandmothers never were part of the #BlackPanthers’s movement.

Afro Americans seem to be the only shade of black in the centre of the “black «community all over the world. They call themselves black, everything is for a “black” cause, a “black” purpose, a “black issue” but we’re not all the same.

I am tired.

You may have assumptions about me because of my personality, my habits, but why on the colour of my skin?

I am a black girl, and I’d like to state and to make you all understand that it’s not because I am black that I am thinking, living the life and the exact same struggles of an Afro American girl.

I am black and of course I share some specific experiences with other black girls, and with other girls in general,

I am black and I’m not living a dream.

I am black and I’m lucky to live in such a diverse country full of different cultures, languages and open minds.

Can we just stop making it a big deal? I am an Afro European girl, living in Luxembourg, and that’s it, I guess.

I am one of the fifty shades of Black.

 

By Deviam.