Proud Coloured Women!

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Allow me to rant and rave today.
I was told on Sunday by a male acquaintance, that he had never met a Coloured woman who is not angry. Yes, you read right. He has never met a Coloured woman who is not angry. Now, surprisingly, I did not get angry when he said that (I am sure this surprised him), instead, it made me think.
Our conversation started with the mention of one girl. And yes, I said girl, because she certainly does not deserve the title of woman yet (at least not by me), largely due to her cognitive abilities, or lack thereof. I made mention of the fact that this girl did not like me, and for no particular reason. The look she gave me soon after this, confirmed my statement. On social networks, however, this girl has slandered me (and a few other people that I know), but in person, she seemed to have swallowed her tongue. So, all I said was, if she wants to see the Coloured in me, the Coloured everyone thinks we are, she would see it. And yes, I know this sounds really ghetto and not at all lady like, but it was actually meant as a joke. Then I was hit with this statement ‘I am yet to meet a Coloured woman who is not angry’.
So today, I would like to put it out there. Yes, Coloured women get drunk and curse and have the occasional verbal and physical fights. Yes, Coloured women can be seen as angry and temperamental. Yes, Coloured women are sometimes feared because of what is thought to be their nature; a nature of anger and violence. But today, I would like to tell you this. I know some amazing Coloured women. I know women who are actresses, poets, doctors, teachers, nurses, politicians, admin clerks, cleaners, soldiers, housewives, mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, lovers. All these are Coloured women. Beautiful, strong, ambitious, talented, nurturing, caring, loving, patient and kind Coloured women. All these are Coloured women who do get angry if provoked, hurt, insulted or abused. But is that not human? Is it not natural?
Today I am proud to say that I have been underestimated because of the colour of my skin but I still made it. I have been called names simply because I am a Coloured woman. I am still called names. Do I care? For the most part, no. Does it hurt? Sometimes. Do I get angry? Yes. But is that part of my nature simply because of the colour of my skin? No.
So, stay strong Coloured woman. Be brave. Do not back down. Do not give up. Do not give in. Do not let them get you down. Do not let them break you down. Do not let them tear you apart. Do not let them win.
We are ‘angry’ Coloured women, yet we are still so irresistible J
We are colourful and vibrant and full of life. We are phenomenal and zealous.  
We are Coloured Women and we are proud!

Take Care

Miss Stone

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