I come from a long line of strong women…actually I come from a long line of women who have mastered the art of “faking it until you make it”, I would never claim that I personify strength, I try my hardest to be as strong as my emotions allow me to be.
The world we live in is hostile, scary and painfully lacking in the apathy department, I’m amazed at how easily a person can justify the pain and torment of others as deserving because they choose not to “relate” to those people for whatever reason they find justifiable.
This post is extremely personal, as a black
women person I fake my strength on a day to day basis but my eyes and heart tell a different story. I think I would be 100% correct in stating that black people and other people of color are extremely TIRED of the state of this disunion called the United States of America.
We have lived with the fact that we are considered less than and perceived as more dangerous than the fallout after an atomic bombing.
We fake it, everyday we fake our strength and we hope that one day the powers that be, will finally see us as free.
We fake it, when we go to work everyday and we sit at our desks surrounded by people who don’t look like us or are treated like us, because they aren’t us and they would never want to be us because being “them” is much better, because privilege.
I don’t know what it’s like to not be seen as black, because when I’m not around black people that’s all I’m seen and treated as. If I came from money I’d be the black girl with money, still black, still an adjective, a description of a partial human being. I say partial because WE are not treated as full human beings, we’re shadows, we’re an after thought the lives of animals are more important than our lives. Yet and still they chant “all lives matter!”, all lives except for a the black man, woman and child.
I’m sad, and I hurt on the inside because I live in a time where it’s possible to send probes millions of light years away to other galaxies, but to some I’m just a nigger complaining about something that comes without saying for my fairer skinned man, woman and child.
I want to be seen and treated like a human being, I want my sons and daughter, nieces, and nephews to be seen and treated like human beings. I don’t want to be an adjective, a description of what you think makes me, me.
At least try to understand me and everyone like me before dismissing our plight, we aren’t asking for special treatment WE JUST WANT TRULY EQUAL TREATMENT!
I’m tired of faking it…