I'm a "strong black woman"
My superpower is resilience
Smiling when the world beats me down
Remaining stoic when life is ripped from my arms
Hugs from those who slaughter my kin for the crime of existing
I am so tired of being "strong"
Can't I have a moment to grieve, a second to mourn all that I have lost?
Don't I deserve a minute to fall apart without judgement or disgust to show that I'm a human too?
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