Some black men don’t want to date, marry or fall in love with a black woman. And as shocking as this may sound, believe it or not, some men prefer to date outside of their race. There are several reasons for this and for the most part, it’s self-hatred.
In her written blog post, Tamyara Brown states:
“I live in a world where pale skin is accepted and dark skin isn’t for women. I don’t want my daughter from the day she is born called ugly. It is why I rather marry a Latina, or Asian woman she is guaranteed to be beautiful.”
Tune-in tonight at 6:30 p.m. EST on “Conversations Of A Sistah” via blog talk radio, as I sit down with author, blogger and writer Tamyara Brown (pictured left) as we talk about her powerful written piece “Black Women Need Not Apply“.
she concludes:
“I realize after reading this passage from the letter society, ourselves as African American people have followed this to the very letter. As a little girl growing up I can admit I thought being lighter was better. No one liked my skin complexion. In our defense we are trained more than we think. How can we feel good about not liking what God has created so beautifully?”………Tamyara Brown
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Some of us have this fear in our hearts and in our spirits with uncertainty about the future. Everyone fears at some point in life however, our trust and faith must be bigger than our fears. The bigger your trust the smaller your fear becomes. And the more you trust the more you become a conduit for miracles.
We grew up believing in Santa Clause, the tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny, thinking all of these fictional characters were tied to our religious beliefs.
The holidays are supposed to be a time of joy and celebration, but for some people they are anything but….Because we all deal with different issues this holiday season, it is not always a joyous occasion. We all have different burdens that we may bare and the holiday season can unleash every ounce of one’s dysfunction.
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