Since the new year rang in I have been met with more pain and sorrow than I care to address so I guess I\'ll just write about it...
Pain radiating through my veins
The signals traveling throughout my central nervous systems traveling at speeds far beyond the normal limit
Each moment that I can finally catch my breath the other shoe drops
Here it is
The definition of a victim \", a person harmed, injured, or killed as a result of a crime, accident, or other event or action.\"
The definition I am given as a victim ,\" another angry black woman scorned.\"
Growing up in a society of consistent injustices young black girls are taught that pain and suffering are placed in our path to build us
But the reality is we are genetically built tough and are scorned for wearing our hurts and flaws on our sleeves being told \" you know better,\" following with a seething \"what is wrong with you!?\"
As a mother, women are expected to travel around and around in seas of confusion left with the bearings of \'figuring it out\'
As a single mother we are not only swirling those seas we are engulfed in it
Given validation from kept wives with children bred of the same or different fathers
Flashed looks of hatred from the fellow single mothers that can\'t stand your ability to make our struggles look easy
Inside all you wish for are other pure souls that see your efforts, daily battles and insecurities
Only to be met with friends, family and acquaintances waiting for the chance to catch you slipping so that this leverage can be executed oh so swiftly
You\'ve succumbed turning the other cheek for so long that when you finally rise up to reclaim your strength and defend yourself the only response you are given is silence... A shrug.. the look away... Or the most infamous \"oh I didn\'t know.\"
Most of us young black queens do not get the luxury of being victims because society and most notoriously our black men, black women and all together black community seem to think that the normality of a black queen shouldering the burdens of everyone around is the way of life we somehow chose for ourselves.
The heart breaking reality is.. it is always and I mean ALWAYS chosen for us.
Queens, of all races and creeds, will you stand? Will you fight? Will you speak up? Will you continue to tolerate? Will you be bold? Will you be proud? Will you demand respect?
Will you?