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BLACK BEAUTY

BLACK BEAUTY


  So "black beauty". I'm not one to talk on the topic of race or racism because I feel sometimes it's overrated, I feel sometimes Africans/blacks take it too seriously, this isn't really a discussion of racism as it is a discussion of race as both parties (black and white ) are guilty of this. 

So I was online browsing and I was looking at some pictures when I saw this picture. Normally I would see something like this and not really be interested, but for some reason I saw this picture today and I thought how wrong. It was a magazine cover ,on it there was a black woman and by her side it said "BLACK BEAUTY". 
This phrase although very generic really is wrong. Now some people would get angry without reading the whole post. 
What I mean , have you ever seen a magazine with a with a white woman on it captioned "WHITE BEAUTY"? We use the phrase like OMG there actually is a beautiful black person, like just get closer and you will see that we are actually beautiful. Black people do this too , thinking that is a kind of statement ,but what they are really saying is , don't feel bad because we are black we really are beautiful and here are some pictures to reassure you of that.
We all know Lupita Nyongo, a really beautiful woman and talented actress who just received a lot of attention for her role in 12 years a slave. She got to meet a lot of people an one thing most white people said was "OMG she has really has beautiful skin",now this is a good compliment and I have no problem with it , it was the way they said it ( try saying it and emphasising on the word skin) like they were surprised that her black skin was beautiful and like it was an amazing thing. They obviously meant well but this is the mistake a lot of people make. It should not be amazing that a black person is beautiful.If you want to make people appreciate our skin why don't you just put a pic of a black woman and caption it beauty not black beauty. 
IM NOT RACIST. I'M BLACK

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