Hair today, gone tomorrow – the ever evolving mystery of black women and their hair. One day short next day long, one day kinky, next day straight. We can’t deny, that every strand of our hair is coated in art, politics and history.
Superwoman, that was my only option, I was never given the option to be anything else. I grew up believing that black women had an endless supply of resilience, we were the careers not the cared for and we were the reason for everything that was broken in our community.
I feel the need to reiterate this – please don’t come at me with ‘black women think they own the monopoly on struggle’ thing.
The silent woman thinks that not speaking about something still equates to speaking about it. To her, silence is not the absence of conversation because not talking is her way of letting you know there’s a storm a-brewing (or she’s trying to prevent a storm from brewing).
The silent woman is baiting you, so don’t be fooled. Don’t try to turn the volume of her silence down by asking questions like ‘are you ok?’ – you know good and well she isn’t.