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.
I’ve done myself a disservice by not writing this sooner but in our hyper-modern, post-racial, ‘we don’t see colour just people‘ society I’ve become weary about sharing my experiences. But now the frustration from not telling this story supersedes my weariness, so please fix the base, adjust that treble and give me more volume on the mike. The melody of this blog will be all too familiar to some; sing along if you know it. For those who don’t like my sound, then please feel free to switch the frequency.
Chivalry is officially dead, please can we have a moment of silence. Investigations are not yet conclusive, but I heard from a post-modernist, who heard from a womanist, that a feminist struck the fatal blow. I can see the headlines – Feminism Slaughters Chivalry in a Brutal Battle for Women’s Rights !