For Colored Girls Review

I'm impressed. That is first and foremost what I have to say. I was blown away how he (Tyler Perry) used the script from the play and put it into today's times. Very well done.
I want to first touch on the crowd that was there when I w...ent to go see it the other night.
I went alone so I would have no one going "Girrrrrrrl" and tapping me all through the movie.
I had my Kleenex ready too cause I had read the book in my SR year in high school cause I felt like it and really didn’t understand it till I had to read it for my African American Studies class in college. By that time Mama was going through some thangs and I was crying through the book having to put it down every few days.
I was disappointed in the people that said the movie was whack that they didn’t get it that they were sick of the spoken word LITERALLY throughout the movie you would hear whispers like this was a scary movie. AWWW new girl you COUGHIN? Oooo chile you know dat mean.
Any who.....
People didn't get it. That disappointed me and scared me because that lets you know since the theatre was mainly all female.
WE DON"T EVEN GET OURSELVES.
The couple sitting next to me kept talking and using their cell phones to check their face book status. SMDH. During this pivotal movie that told MY story on all fronts, it was like watching myself in all of those women,
I wished more sisters had gotten it.
But then again when you have no sense of who YOU ARE outside of what you think defines you as a woman, then my GOD what in the world did I expect?
So now my thoughts on the movie.
After a long drive home and crying over and over about parts in the movie that was speaking to me and I knew it I began to reflect on all of the sense. It is amazing how this movie and still the book spoke more to me because now that I am older I now realize that the brownstone represented ONE WOMAN.
Let me clarify that since I know not all of them living in the building but each one of the buildings represented a woman of an age group or another. However the one brownstone where everyone lived on the top floor to me represented the mind of us sisters. In each one of those rooms is like a portion of our past and what defines as and makes us.
We can lock our selves up in our rooms aka Anika Rose did after her ordeal refusing to come out but still living........Kimberly Elise did as well after her horrifying ordeal....she closed the blinds and waited for death to come. There was our young south African sister who played the hurt woman always seeking love by letting anyone getting in between her thighs and never really finding what she was seeking. Then there was the wise woman that had seen it all and had the wisdom to call it what it was even when it was the truth and it would sting. She is the woman many of US HOPE TO become one day. Complete and whole but still all with her broken parts. Each one of those rooms a woman has within her soul and that makes her.
I saw that clear as day with Janet’s character who was callous because something was off balance somewhere else and since she had no control at home she demanded it in the only place that she could her office.
Whoopi wore me OUT cause so many of us run to Jesus and HIDE instead of living. We won't let go......we never do holding on to all of this mess thinking this will protect us when all it does is choke us make us die slow unhappy deaths.
And Lord knows Loretta Devine and her STUFF OK?! Snap Snap Snap for that ladies. What was sad was the age she is in the movie and her gentleman friend. Still playing games and she still believing he would change when she knew the pattern she KNEW. and how many of us KNOW yet we continue to keep going? At WHAT COST to ourselves?
So.....this film is a defining film for mothers and daughters to see for sisters to see with aunts and cousins and girlfriends.
These situations are not unique to just black women but one this is for sure because we are almost like the species of humans that is rarely talked about or discussed outside of Oprah and her billions I was glad to see this movie done so poetically and not losing that important aspect of it by slipping the prose in between script. I love that part.
I was not sure if I was ready but then in life are you ever because I Knew since I had read it so early in life.
We are all of these women in one way or another and the brownstones made with strong brick represent each and every one of us as strong beautiful black women who have endured abortions, rape, beatings, bad work environments with shitty bosses, poor living conditions, a promise of college and a life that has become filled with babies instead. Secrets so horrible we dare not ever speak them again because of implosion it may cause in your life upon yourself.
We are like the phoenix soaring always above it all.
My deep tail saw all of that and felt it and cried the most yes CRIED when Phylicia Rashad said "Breathe" and Kimberly did for the first time really and realized her truth either live or die.
It was representative of me last year when my aunt came to visit me in the hospital when I first woke up from the coma and they still told my family to be on alert she is going to die. My BP never came over 46 over something but I can remember my aunt coming to me and as I lay there strapped down with a tube in my throat in my nose and in my trachea, tubes coming out of two places in my gut and so weak I could only open my eyes, she looked at me and said to me by my nick name "CROOK, now you gonna have to live, for those babies, can't no body do for them what you can. The only way you can live is if you
let go and breathe." When she said that they removed my tubes and she took a pillow, put it on my belly told me to cough and then breathe I couldn't. She said loudly and firmly "I'm not leavin til you BREATHE now BREATHE. I'm not letting you die." She took me sat me up with the remote lift on the bed and made me BREATHE. I cried like you would not believe because I felt less alive and leaning so hard on her I though I would suck her life out of her. But I took a weak cough and she held pillow close and I took my first breath off life support. It hurt like hell and at that moment I KNEW I was alive. Death was eminent had she not come in that day and made me do the one thing I wasn’t strong enough on my own to do.
I end with this.....how many sisters have you held to help them get through? Or are we busy talking about each other instead of holding each other up and holding each other accountable for LIFE worth LIVING?
Ladies....BREATHE, LIVE, and LOVE.

I dedicate this to the sister who didn't know TODAY that the rainbow WAS enough. RIP.
I will be praying for your family and their healing. 

Til Next Time,

Mamma (Y've)