I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept
(Song of Solomon 1:5-6)
Have you ever just read the Song of Solomon in the Old Testament of the Bible? Man, such beauty. Such, poetry. Such admiration of the black female form by a Hebrew prince. YOU SAY WHAT! Yeap, it is true. A man, so head over hills about a woman kissed by the sun, that he had to write a song about it. I picture her singing out to the world and mocking the daughters of Jerusalem that her dark beauty was radiant enough to catch the prince. A love story that has lasted throughout the ages, and many people don't know about it.
I remember asking someone if I should wear my wig to the job interviews. I was told that I should. I remember sitting in the interview feeling false, fake, and uncomfortable. All I could think about was, this person is looking at this mess on my head and thinking. I remember going out and wearing my lace wigs thinking, "Ooooh I look good" to impress someone or thinking it would make me more beautiful, but I found that I MAKE MYSELF BEAUTIFUL. Its not the wigs, or the hair, or the clothes I wear...it is I who have to have confidence that I am beautiful and a jewel to be treasured and loved.
The reason why I love the Song of Solomon because her "Blackness" is described. She was loved for her natural, pure, and loving self. She reveled in her round hips, her ebony neck, her dense curls, her black skin, and her thick lips. I love it. Its sad that this book isn't discussed in churches, feminist classes, or in the homes. Black is beautiful. Natural hair is beautiful. I am beautiful.
From this point on, I will revel in my blackness. I will run my fingers in my thick curly hair, stare everyone in the face with confidence with my onyx eyes, stretch my ebony neck, smile my beautiful white smile, and lets the words flow from my thick rosy lips. I am BLACK AND RADIANT (Van-Wilks Bos Translation LPTS 2012) and proud.
My favorite is this part is this....
Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thy arm for love is a strong as death.......
Many waters can not quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
Lost girl....out
