If Black Lives Matter, Why Do Some of us Down One Another As A People

I’m not one to toot my own horn but I must say, my ambition is a beast! I can look at an obstacle, like most women, try to move it or figure a way around it.  Since I have launched my subscription business (http://sapphirelocs.info/), there have been many, many obstacles.  But one obstacle,that I have encountered time and time again in life, always perplexed me.  My people.  My fellow queens.

A mere hint or whisper of my little business got the heat boiling in some while others were finding ways to stir the pot.  The first dagger came from a friend. I didn’t hear it personally but it traveled through the grape-vine and made its way to me.  “Not everybody likes Shea Butters and Oils”, the vines said.  And that is true.  Everything ain’t for everybody.  But that form of criticism could have been presented to me instead of behind my back.

Another incident happened at a wonderful venture featuring a play by an up and coming director.  This was my first time showing the products to any one other than family and friends.  Already nervous, I sat at the table and greeted each person that showed interest while my feet danced unsteadily under the tablecloth.  An African-American woman comes up and eyeballs the products.  Her svelte figure was adorned nicely in a wrap dress and her hair hung loosely above her shoulders, she peers down and turns up her nose and produces a smug smile.  “I create my own oils and butters”, she said glaring at me.  Confused, I offered her a card and provoked her to talk more about what she creates.  “No.  I don’t sell my products”, she mustered while coldly walking away.

Am I crazy for thinking that was unnecessary shade?

I am proud to be a beautiful black woman.  I love my people but I don’t understand the underlying pettiness and hate within our own culture.  You got some out there complaining about Donald Trump being a racist but they are the main ones throwing knives in the office, at school, or behind the pews at their own people.  Why is it so hard to uplift and encourage one another?

If someone can offer me an answer to this, it will be greatly appreciated.

 

Young angry woman making the hand stop sign against a white back

Bye Felicia!