An Open Letter To You, From Me.

Sometimes I grapple with whether or not I really am for the Black Girl Magic Sisterhood movement. There, I said it. Of course, all of this is subjective to the way in which I maneuver in the world and it is a constant battle being able to open myself up to Black Women, but can we just be honest for a minute. What is Black Girl Magic? Sisterhood? Selfies? Hashtags? New Instagram Followers? Originally I saw it as a way to change the negative stigmas of what it means to be a darker Black Girl/Woman, but it has morphed into a who’s who in the caste system of Black social society.

A lot of the necessary work in mending the relationships between Black women has taken the back burner. So I’m here seeking help and hope that we can heal together. I don’t consider myself a hater (Starts hating), but in looking out for my own energy I have removed plenty of black women from around me. I stopped hanging out with my Love and Hip Hop friends because we stopped participating in the same things and grew apart. I distanced myself away from the artsy girls because it was too clicky and I had my fair share of being a mean girl in High School (I look at it as moving backward). Worst of all is that I’ve stopped what could be meaningful relationships with lighter black women because I see how society’s affinity towards lighter skin granted them more privileges than myself or my darker skinned friends (none of this being their fault). My relationship with my own mother is limited to polite conversation in hopes that neither of us steps on the toes of the other and open up years of stifled emotions and lastly, I am still healing and mending the relationship with myself.

It’s interesting though, being on the journey and taking the time to self-reflect I’m aware of these characteristics in myself and others and want to change them. The Superficiality of Black Girl Magic pains me because I can see how far we can go if we’re vulnerable enough to be genuine and work together. So here I go:

Since turning twenty-five I have been on a journey of finding inner peace and higher consciousness. I believe that through finding this strength I can, in turn, help other Black men and women and we can, in turn, help our community. Every day I open my heart up more and more through forgiveness, release, and love. I believe that the broken relationships were not caused by faults of our own, but not doing the necessary work of removing those stigmas and conditionings will be. I challenge myself and you to be more receptive to someone today with genuine concern. Finally,  I challenge myself and you to question what your biases are and figure out ways to combat them.

 

With Love,

Kisha

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My First Online Order 11:22AM.

The girls wanna be All Whipped Up

*Hair Flips Dramatically* 

I got an email that someone had purchased Whip Appeal online. I knew that I made my product accessible online, but everyone ordering has just been texting me and telling me to come through for the normal chat and exchange. I liked meeting up with all the men and women that I know and seeing their faces as they opened jars of something I worked so hard at creating and use daily. I’m proud of my product. It’s all natural, smells good, works wonders, and it’s my baby. I don’t  have all the answers, but I’m glad that I know so many people who hold me accountable for finding those answers. Take a look at the website in which I discuss what my product is, how it’s used and purchasing. Thank you. 

Warmly, 

Kisha

 

Whip Appeal

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On My Way To Work 9:53AM.

My morning routine consists of walking to the train and stopping at Dunkin’ Donuts. Typically I order a medium green iced tea (unsweetened) and a banana. Today wasn’t a typical day. When the cashier asked me what I wanted I mumbled “Vanilla frosted doughnut with sprinkles” and accepted the greasy bag with my face down. I knew I didn’t NEED the doughnut, but I wanted it. I get to the train station and put the doughnut to my lips. Allowed the sugary sweetness of the first bite of the stale doughnut to take over me and then spit into the bag and crumbled it, along with the doughnut contents up. What happened between me wanting abs and that Morning walk to Dunkin Donuts? The mixture of me feeling the loss of control of my life, with the anxiety of the week ahead made me want to give up. Knowing that I don’t have control over the natural ebb and flow of life and still wanting to control everything is a challenge I face every day, but it’s up to me to see my triggers and actively work on them. I hope this inspires you to put your morning doughnut down.

Major Keys: Credit

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“You wanna know what’s more important than throwin’ away money at the strip club? Credit.”  

Shawn Carter

 

No one ever talked to me about credit. I remember being 21 and having access to money that wasn’t mine. I put in for a bottle of Patron at La Marina, got myself a Burberry shirt and went to restaurant after restaurant in the city. I was reckless. Only when all of the money was spent did I get nervous. How was I going to pay it all back?

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Economic Freedom: Why You Should Start Investing!

When I am around a whole bunch of Black folks we tend to come to the same conversation: The wealth gap in America is becoming wider and wider and we are at the bottom of the caste system. Everyone gets quiet for a moment and brainstorm’s ideas on how we can turn things around. Someone will yell “We need to invest in more Black Businesses,” or “We need Revolution,” or “First, Black people need to come together,” but the reality is that we live in a capitalistic system where money equates to power and if we don’t have any power then we don’t have the means to protect ourselves from further marginalization and inequality.

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