When we think of black women, one word often comes to mind. Strong.
From day one, we’re taught to be proud. We’re taught to be
determined. We’re taught to be strong.
But no one taught us how to cry and laughing was also
skipped over.
My grandmother used to have a saying when we were too loud
or being too silly.
“Girls are to be seen, not heard.”
(Then she changed the “girls” to “kids” so this may really
been her way to get kids to shut the hell up.)
But growing up how many of us have been scorned for acting
too silly? What goes for black kids definitely did not go for white kids. They
could play in the stores. It was deemed “cute.” Black kids playing in the store
are terrors.
Historically, black women couldn’t cry nor laugh. Our
families were being ripped from us and we had to be strong—strong for the
family we still had left.
And now that hardness is still prevalent in black women of
today.
We don’t believe love is for us. We don’t need a man because
majority of the men we’ve dealt with have done us wrong.
Plus thugs don’t cry.
Right?
Bullshit.
Every girl has cried over her first crush. You know the
story. You like the cutest boy in the class but for some reason he never notices
you or if he did it wasn’t the happily ever after fairytale you thought it
would be.
Nonetheless, most black women seem to forget those tears in
their adult years.
Look at the Facebook statuses…
“Fuck niggas. I’m
getting money.”
“Never do I need a man
for anything. I’m solo for life.”
“All I need in this
world is me and my kids.”
This should be a serious wake-up call for not only black men
but black women, too. There’s a culture of disdain among black women of today.
Hate. Non-love.
This isn’t about the stereotypical “mad, neck-rolling black
woman.” We’ve already attacked and destroyed that image.
This is the “I’m too hard to cry—too hard to love black
woman.”
Black women, if you’re in love, it’s OK. Why is love not for
us? Why is every other woman in the world worthy of love but we’re not?
Because of the undying strength and dedication we show, we
deserve love and should crave it.
How sad is it to know there really are people in the world
who do not know what it feels like to be loved.
Don’t let a false image get in the way of happiness.
You’re a woman. You like flowers. You like nice things. You
like to be held. You like soft kisses on your forehead.
It’s OK.
You want to be loved.
Love really does conquer all.
