Black Women Cry Too

Jul 12, 2017
2 min read

This post is not a formal letter explaining why black women are human or some sort of plea for acceptance. No, this is a real message from a disturbed black woman. Let me tell you why I’m hurt. For twenty-six years, I have repeatedly been told, shown and reminded that black women are superior to none. At some point, I got accustomed to that. The only part that hurts is when the leaders of the Slander Black Women Gang are black men.

If we aren't good enough for white, Asian, Indian or Spanish men fine but, damn, we aren't good enough for the brothers either. Not only do they watch these men drag us through the dirt, but they also lead the pack. Lately, I have seen many black men profess to the public their feelings about black women. I’ve heard everything from we’re ugly to flat out white women are better than us. I’ve been through a lot in my life, and as a result I’m not easily shook. But, last night someone posted a collection of memes with black men going in. Each meme made me feel worst. Damn, when we will ever be good enough. We birth you, protect you, love you, hold you down, lift you up, change our looks for you and none of it is good enough. Who do we have to be?

I’m tired of it. I'm sick of being the center of every joke. I've had enough of not seeing myself reflected in women “society” considers beautiful. I know I’m immaculately gorgeous. I also know I am the closest thing to God made in God’s image. Let me tell you something about black women. A dark skin black woman and a dark skin black man can mate and produce a white baby AKA albino. Just because they put a fancy name on it to trick the mind doesn’t stop me from calling it what it is. A black woman can straighten her hair to look European; curl her hair to look like the Spanish; make her hair wavy like Brazilian’s all without weave. Name me one other woman that can turn her hair into an afro? Our bodies are naturally more shapely, and our spirits are naturally higher.

I love being a black woman. Your perception of me does not define my beauty. The way I love me can never compare to what you see. I’m learning to love those who love me. People with big hearts tend to give love where there is hate but, that is a mistake. I shall spread and shine my ray of light only where it is accepted. So yes, black women cry too. We cry tears of joy with our Black Kings who empower, uplift, love and adore us.