Wow...
Haven't written in a long time and oh am I so happy that I took a break from studying after a long day at law school to watch the film For Coloured Girls...
Anything I write won't do the praise I feel is due for this film justice but I just couldn't lay my head down to sleep till I shared my thoughts...
Wow...subhanallah...I haven't watched a film of that depth, literary genius and structure in so long.
It tells the story of several coloured women who each go through some of the deepest of struggles of not only many black or coloured women but women in general...
One is raped.
One watches her alcoholic partner murder their children by dropping them from their apartment.
One suffers from deep issues which causes her to give her body to men in search of love.
Another, the youngest has a back-alley abortion.
Another, the most successful of them all has what seems to be an empty life amongst all her material success and is married to a lie. Her husband is gay and passes the HIV virus to her.
Another...
And another...
It was deep and no doubt a tear-jerker but it makes you think.
Makes you hate men for a minute. Until you take the time to note that one of the men in the film isn't a low life. It makes you realise our struggles and how careful we have to be to protect our hearts, our minds, our bodies and our honour.
It made me love my hijab a little bit more. And it made me want to guard my chastity a little longer.
It made me think of the women I met in Kenya. Whose men openly slept around and openly beat them and their children to a pulp. And lived with it day in and day out because of the fear of being alone. It made me think of those women in Kenya who I met who told me that they contracted HIV from their husbands. And later bore the brute of the virus when their men openly blamed them for it. Calling them whores and witches. And it made me think of the struggle of mankind.
Sometimes when you think about all the darkness in reality you almost want to hide away from it. Stay in the shelter of the light you keep in your protected place.
Sometimes when your heart is broken by someone you loved, or when you see the deceit in someone you trusted your heart becomes so guarded that you never let another person in.
And sometimes the pain you feel from all the different avenues of heartache are such that make you forget yourself. Who are are. What your here for. So much so that you are just cold. Heartless. Loveless.
Watching that film has made me think of a whole lot of things. Aside from realising how much more I need to do to protect myself it reminds me of what I wrote about in a previous blog. We all have issues. Men and women. And if we took the time to talk to one another about those issues rather than hurting each other thorough the ignorance of not knowing those issues; We might begin to heal the wounds that survive like fleshy open grazes in our broken hearts.
The poetry in this film is so real...I haven't heard work that amazing in forever. Wish I could write like that...
Tyler Perry you da man for this one yo!!! So deep, so compelling, so heart-wrenching, and so uplifting.
To all my coloured girls-no matter what colour-I love you!!!
Still smiling
