Bake Sales & Bullshit

Spent my Sunday just drawing JUICY lips lmao. Would you guys want a more in depth lip tutorial? 💋

–Uncle Rashid

It’s written all over your strong face Sketched across your thick skin And burned in your intense eyes Dear Black Woman, Don’t believe the lies. Shut your eyes to the bleached Hollywood And cover your ears to the ignorant opinions of those who believe in said bleached Hollywood Because that’s not what’s true That’s not what’s you. Embrace the kink in your hair Like your big nose, and love your even bigger lips Become one with your body and flaunt your God-given hips Dear Black Woman, You don’t fit your stereotype, your stereotype fits you Because you have the right to be angry You have the right to mad And you have the right to be pissed ‘Cause everything on this Earth, you bore Yet they treat you like you have no part in it Dear Black Woman, It’s like you just can’t win for losing Like there’s some type of system in place to see you fail Like there’s this hidden agenda to make sure you never know peace A twisted game that keeps you sick and tired of going 3 steps forward just to be knocked 10 ​steps back Where at the end of the day, you’re asking, “Why even go through all of that?” Dear Black Woman, Why is it every time your name comes up, something negative comes along with it? “Oh, you pretty for a Black girl.” “I just love your skin. You so light I never would have thought you were Black, girl.” “Damn, you fine. Look at all that back girl. When you gon let a real nigga slide something in between that crack girl? They say the darker the berry the sweeter the juice, so you know I gotta get a Black girl” Dear Black Woman, Tell me how are you supposed to love in life if niggas ain’t shit? How are you supposed to trust a person if you can’t trust the person you were made to be with? Because “I’m single and ready to mingle” Don’t sound like, “I’m single with 3 kids, 2 jobs, a mortgage and a car note?” Or is it because the nigga that hears you got all of that Will be the same one to use you up and leave your heart broke? Dear Black Woman, Whose nose grew bigger every time her nostrils flared because her temper couldn’t Whose lips carried the weight of all the words left unsaid Whose eyes burned with fire for every time looks could have killed Whose skin grew an extra layer to bear the lashes of a tongue And whose curls represent every time she couldn’t sit back and unwind Dear Black Woman, I don’t know how you deal with it And because of that, I’m jealous But I want you to know, what you’re going through, I understand. Sincerely signed, A big nosed, thick lipped, fire eyed, thick skinned, curly haired Black Man