Every article I read about Black Women is negative. Single motherhood. Unlikely to get married. Draining society on welfare. Personalities are unfeminine. I sick of it. It has to stop now. Most of the articles are hack jobs that delve no deeper into cause and effect than the effects of ex-lax on your bowels. The articles conveniently ignore poverty. The articles conveniently ignore the legacy of slavery. The articles conveniently ignore the legacy of Jim Crow. There are layers and layers of issues going on with all of these “issues.”
In my eyes and the eyes of many of my sisters, the Black Woman is a survivor, the mother of everyone, the strength of the human race with no time to ponder. Black Woman speak up and demand to be heard by everyone. When her counterpart refuses to raise the kids he helped create, she has her baby and soldiers on. When her counterpart refuses to marry her, she works and soldiers on. When she has no education, no skills or no family support, she accepts help and soldiers on. When she is told she talks too much, has too many opinions or seems too masculine, she continues being herself and soldiers on.
I will no longer let these provocateurs ruin my spiritual peace. In the immortal words of my mother: Fuck ‘em and feed ‘em beans from a rooftop with a slingshot!