Quote of a message I received, and my subsequent response.
“In all honesty. You do have that Caribbean woman attitude I tried to avoid for so long. Lol like it’s a defense mechanism or something”
Caribbean woman, he said
With a Caribbean attitude
Something to avoid for so long
Crass and rude
According to his calculations
Yet he dated one and never dated a
Jamaican or Dominican or Cuban or Haitian
Any other woman from the Caribbean.
Making judgments and comparisons to whom?
A white woman?
Canadian? American? Scandinavian?
Tell you what…
Do this strong black woman and favor and
Stick to your
pasty snowy females
Idolized in magazines and movies, who
Passive and kind and poor creature, so dumb
Having never experienced
the sheer havoc wreaked on your heart and mind
The terror of a Caribbean man.
But darling your Caribbean woman attitude,
He cannot deal with.
Creates the Caribbean woman while
Shirking his duties and adoring
Everything but the woman God placed in his hand
Penis untamed sticking it into every open
Hole and crevice.
Some Consuming alcohol at every chance,
Some smoking, chilling on the blocks
Some content with the Caribbean dream
With rims and cars and clothes, image.
Swearing. Beating. Disrespecting.
His Caribbean woman.
Some cooking and cleaning, minding children
Some in darkened corners on their head
Some loud cackling chickens
Some swearing empty vessels of little substance
Some getting an education, supporting
Yet always told to hold her head high
Regardless of her circumstance.
And don’t let anyone run over her
Especially the Caribbean man.
Former kings who refuse to remind former queens
That they are such because they do not see them
This attitude of the Caribbean woman
Borne on the playing field
Molded by mother and aunt and grandmother
Flour and water and fruits of her hand
Carry yourself correctly
The women of old days saying
Mind your manners
You are great by nature of your birth
Young woman don’t forget it.
And by nature of your birth
Your Caribbean man views you not as
Empress and queen, strong woman
Your Caribbean man views you as dispensable
Not realizing it is his kind that feeds your aggression
That forced you to cope, to adapt to morph
Into that which he seemingly cannot stand?
Yes by right of my birth I am a Caribbean woman.
I am aggressive and strong.
I call you out when you’re wrong.
I can carry your child to term within my womb.
I can support you and feed you with these hands.
Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually.
I can help you build and mold. I can enable and provide.
And I realize that I’m not something just any man can deal with.
But I also realize the man God destined for me will be able to manage
My Caribbean woman attitude.
And that is perfectly fine.
*adapted for generality