Nine black women with different ages, backgrounds, encounters, and endings went deep into a unique world set in the black area of New York. These nine women are Joeand Tanji., Kristel, Gilda, Kelly, JuanitaTar Davini, Yasmine, Nairaand Alice, as they continue to Entering or fading out of each other's life circle, some of them became acquainted as they gradually got to know each other, while others were pure strangers, returning to their own life trajectory after meeting. Because they have experienced distress, heartbreak, disappointment and crime together, these women who had nothing to do with each other were brought into the same category of life, and found common ground and understanding of each other here-each of them They will tell the truth about themselves in an unprecedented way, and then learn the fact that as a whole person, no matter what kind of skin color they have, they should feel glorious and sacred for it
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For Colored Girls movie plot
2022-01-22 08:04
Extended Reading
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Elinore 2022-04-23 07:04:20
Who turned the long name into such a silver bracelet?
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Hollis 2022-01-22 08:04:51
I don't know how to recommend this film. I think it is black women who live the most painful life in this world, especially those who live in the bottom society. It is hard to imagine that the director is a man. It is not easy to analyze the discrimination, unfairness, and inner pain that black women face in life, work, and society. Many lines resonated with me, and many scenes touched me. t2e11d0404
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Juanita: Somebody almost walked off with all of my stuff and didn't care enough to send a note home saying "I was late for my solo conversation" or "two sizes too small for my own tacky skirts". What can anybody do with something of no value on an open market? Did you get a dime for my things? Hey, man! Where are you going with all of my stuff? This is a woman's trip and I need my stuff to "Ooh" and "Ah" about. Honest to God, somebody almost ran off with all of my stuff and I didn't bring anything but the kick and sway of it. The perfect ass for my man and none of it is theirs. This is mine, Juanita's own things. That's my name. Now give me my stuff. I see you hiding my laugh and how I sit with my legs open sometimes to give my crotch some sunlight. This is some delicate leg and whimsical kiss. I gotta have to give to my choice. So you can't have me unless I give me away. And I was doing all that till you ran off on a good thing. And who is this you left me with? Some simple bitch with a bad attitude? I want my things. I want my arm with the hot iron scar. I want my leg with the flea bite. Yeah, I want my things. I want my calloused feet and quick language back in my mouth. I want my own things. How I loved them. Somebody almost ran off with all of my stuff and I was standing there looking at myself the whole time. It wasn't a spirit that ran off with my stuff. It was a man whose ego walked 'round like Rodan's shadow. It was a man faster than my innocence. It was a lover I made too much room for. Almost ran off with all my stuff and the one running with it don't know he got it. I'm shouting, "This is mine!" and he don't even know he got it. My stuff is the anonymous ripped-off treasure of the year. Did you know somebody almost got away with me? Me, in a plastic bag under his arm. Me, Juanita Sims. Somebody almost walked off with all my stuff.
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Juanita: Ever since I realized, there was someone called a colored girl or an evil woman, a bitch or a nag I been trying not to be that and leave bitterness in somebody else's cup. Come to somebody to love me without deep and nasty smelling scars from lye or being left screaming in a street of lunatics whispering, 'Slut, bitch, bitch. Nigga, get out of here with all of that.' I didn't have any of that for you. I brought you what joy I found. And I found joy. And then there's that woman who hurt you. And who you left three or four times. And then you went back after you put my heart in the bottom of your shoe. You just walked back to where you hurt and I didn't have nothing. So I went to where somebody had something for me, but none of them were you. I got a real dead loving here for you now, 'cause I don't know anymore how to avoid my own face wet with my tears because I had convinced myself that colored girls have no right to sorrow. I lived for you. I know I did it for myself, but I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand being sorry and colored at the same time. It's so redundant in the modern world.
Frank: I guess this is goodbye.
Juanita: Like you've never seen it before.