Imagine coming into this life as a Black woman, Melanated skin that glows from the sun above, Sweet succulent lips that captivate you through conversation, Crowns that tell stories with each hairstyle chosen, Sheesh the power. The Black woman is majestic and nurturing, but the Black woman is also human. As powerful as we may seem, we still bleed, we still hurt, and we still feel pain. So why is it that Black women aren't treated as such? Why do they kill us, our husbands, brothers, sisters? it seems as if animals get treated better. As Black people we are advertised as strong, even when in pain. We can never grieve too long or we get deemed as weak. We are seen as indestructible. And that's the problem, we are human. We've been put on this pedestal of strength and don't get me wrong... as much suffering as we have been through it's well deserved. But it's all for the wrong reasons, why should a mother be strong enough to see and hear her child get shot and ...
I speak the truth