Yipee! I won a Lemonade Stand Award and Now I Get to Share!
The Blackgirl on Mars Blog is one of the latest recipients of the Lemonade Stand Award! Adrianne George of Black Women In Europe Blog http://blog.blackwomenineurope.com awarded it to me! 1. Put the logo on your blog or post. 2. Nominate at least 10 blogs that show great attitude and/or gratitude. 3. Link to your nominees within your post. 4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog. 5. Nominate your favorites, and link to this post. In my opinion these blogs show great attitude and/or gratitude: A Brother In Sweden Zooms Freespirit Rootsblog Watchman Ultraviolet Underground Guanaguanare A Mother From Gaza Color Online Hat's Off
We have sadly forgotten the purpose and beauty of dance. I was blown away when I heard Akon’s voice in his song about the Ghetto, I felt like, wow! Ok…someone is getting it and singing about it. Then lo and behold i hear that awful song about smacking and yeah, the rest is history.
We have truly forgotten how and why we dance. What was once a celebration of life, a release from the mundane has become some crass imitator of what we are fed from tv. The Media is the idol and when you think about it this way, you understand why in some religions, the image is forbidden.
But anyway, I digress. We have forgotten why our ancestors, from India, from Africa…why they danced. We have forgotten the importance of songs and instead of singing about thanks and praises we singing about men who don’t have no money and sex like it going somewhere? Anyways folks, we have forgotten how to dance. And just in case ya’ll wondering if there might a connection between that 14 year old grinding up there on that stage like that and what we, the supposed adults are allowing to be viewed on television, check this out:
http://www.guerrillafunk.com/thoughts/doc1153a.html
It's called modeling--and this is how children learn. And remember, the image is, in the end, mightier than the sword and the only thing that can topple that power is the pen.
Oh, and don’t tell me that this is how trinis dance, because none of the trinis or myself for that matter–dance that way. And if the former is the case, then maybe we need to examine ourselves and remember the origin of the dance and the pride and dignity inherent in who we have descended from.