Written by Christina Kanu (@MissKanu)
I absolutely love BET. Whenever a BET Awards Program comes on I cancel all of my plans. Today would be no different. First, special thank you to Queen Beverly Bond and Queen Debrah Lee for making this evening possible. In the comfort of my own home with my robe and fuzzy slippers I watched Black Girls Rock on BET. I was live tweeting with my dear friend and Pop Culture Analyst @JayeDavaughn. I was in Atlanta and he was in New York City but we were still able to feel connected throughout the show. I must have used the hashtag #BlackGirlsRock a hundred times throughout the course of the evening.
While I was watching #BlackGirlsRock I felt that I was at a sleepover that never happened when I was a little girl. An evening of nothing except black female empowerment. An evening that was all about us. An evening that was produced by us. My life would have been different if at a young age I was immersed in nothing but black uplift, support, and encouragement from fellow sistah girls. However, that was not the narrative.
We as a black community need to put aside our childish differences. I look at the things black women argue about and I am disgusted. Most often the square root of the arguments among black women is petty.
Imagine a world where black women supported each other daily. Where every Black Queen was your Sistah Girl whether you knew her or not. Imagine a place where we did not size each other up every single time another black women walked in the room. Imagine a place where we LOVED each other unconditionally and stopped judging the actions of other black women. Imagine a place where Black Women of the SAME professions attempted to support other Black women in their same field.Imagine a place where women saw how similar they actually are instead of attacking each other for their differences. Imagine. Imagine. Imagine.
As I look into the faces of the young black women that I mentor, consult with, or serve as a big sister figure to I tremble. I tremble because I see so much potential yet I also see so much hurt. I see the looks in their faces when they describe how it feels to not be accepted. I see the looks in their face as they describe what it feels to not be pretty. I look in their faces and see the hurt of not feeling good enough. And I as I look at them I see a reflection.
I encourage every single person reading this article to take the time to reach out to another Sistah Girl. Reach out and tell them that you love her. Reach out to someone younger, the same age, and someone older. You cannot say that #BlackGirlsRock but you do not uplift those closest to you.
Try spreading more love than hate. You will see a change in your life and the lives of the women you interact with. And in return, we as Black women will be setting a strong example for our daughters. That is why this spirit of Black Girls Rock cannot die.
As I close, in the words of our beloved Mother Cicely Tyson “You have to know how great you are”.
Be Blessed. Be Beautiful. And Be Bold.