I’m tired of the label “angry black woman”

As a black woman i&rsquo;m tired&hellip;i&rsquo;m tired of my femininity being equated with weakness &ldquo;you punch like a girl..&rdquo; &ldquo;you gonna cry like a little girl&hellip;(the formula anything bad+like a girl) why is being emotional a bad thing, our innate ability to read and connect with emotions is powerful and straight from the divine. we can sense the unseen, we can feel them, we can feel the emotions of those who have long left us. we may not have the physical strength but we have the spiritual strength of the divine. why isn&rsquo;t that celebrated instead of berated. i&rsquo;m tired of so called conscious brothers who love black women posting pictures of us naked, stretched out like some kind of sex kitten. i am more than sex and i am much more than this body. i&rsquo;m tired of being viewed as the &quot;weaker sex&rdquo;; yes the weak sex that pushes the &ldquo;stronger sex&rdquo; out of their body, supports and stands by the &ldquo;stronger sex&rdquo; carrying him when he is weak, making him feel big when the world tells him he is small and loving him unconditionally.<br />
i&rsquo;m tired of the label &ldquo;angry black woman&rdquo; especially when it is spoken with judgement and contempt like i have nothing to be angry about, like being called, bitter, angry, desperate, ugly, bitchy, emotional, pushy, ho, trash, useless has no effect on me or my spirit. to make matters worse those words are usually spat at us by our own brothers, fathers, husbands, even mothers. why can&rsquo;t i be angry? yet through all of this we are still waiting on our men to come back to us and start loving us again like we have never stopped loving them.<br />
women aren&rsquo;t more than men and men aren&rsquo;t more than women. we are equal and opposite principles that together form the most powerful. the most perfect. the most divine. we become all that is divine and perfect and powerful. the black family. nothing else is like it, i just want to get back to that and although i&rsquo;m tired of waiting (on black men and women alike to realize the black woman&rsquo;s worth)&hellip;i won&rsquo;t ever stop.

As a black woman i’m tired…i’m tired of my femininity being equated with weakness “you punch like a girl..” “you gonna cry like a little girl…(the formula anything bad+like a girl) why is being emotional a bad thing, our innate ability to read and connect with emotions is powerful and straight from the divine. we can sense the unseen, we can feel them, we can feel the emotions of those who have long left us. we may not have the physical strength but we have the spiritual strength of the divine. why isn’t that celebrated instead of berated. i’m tired of so called conscious brothers who love black women posting pictures of us naked, stretched out like some kind of sex kitten. i am more than sex and i am much more than this body. i’m tired of being viewed as the “weaker sex”; yes the weak sex that pushes the “stronger sex” out of their body, supports and stands by the “stronger sex” carrying him when he is weak, making him feel big when the world tells him he is small and loving him unconditionally.

i’m tired of the label “angry black woman” especially when it is spoken with judgement and contempt like i have nothing to be angry about, like being called, bitter, angry, desperate, ugly, bitchy, emotional, pushy, ho, trash, useless has no effect on me or my spirit. to make matters worse those words are usually spat at us by our own brothers, fathers, husbands, even mothers. why can’t i be angry? yet through all of this we are still waiting on our men to come back to us and start loving us again like we have never stopped loving them.

women aren’t more than men and men aren’t more than women. we are equal and opposite principles that together form the most powerful. the most perfect. the most divine. we become all that is divine and perfect and powerful. the black family. nothing else is like it, i just want to get back to that and although i’m tired of waiting (on black men and women alike to realize the black woman’s worth)…i won’t ever stop.

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One thought on “I’m tired of the label “angry black woman”

  1. Look, I understand anger. I’m a mother of a severely autistic daughter. She’s been discriminated against. Denied services and supports. Locked up, drugged and retrained against her will. But the powers to be, they don’t care. It’s just another drive by analysis. Leaving us in the system’s paralysis. Waiting. Wondering. Fighting for what we need. Crying out for justice as we bleed. Our voices, as autistic people, lost in the battle. We’re herded into abusive group homes and lost in paperwork, like doomed cattle. Hear our voices. Hear our cries. Send out the information gathers. Send in the spies. Want to crush us. Hush us. Villify our mothers and fathers. We’re such a bother. Only wanna use us to pass a warm fuzzy bill. But later, we’re still standing still. Pushing us through your system like a puppy mill. Hear our voices. Speak up for us now. We’re not going away. Raise an eyebrow. Fight for our rights. Do you know our rights? Make it right. Quit hiding. Quit lying. Quit telling us about those phony budget cuts. We know the truth. We know the game. We see your lies. We see you have no shame.

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