Showing posts with label ancestors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ancestors. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 2, 2024

Being A Strong Black Woman Is Not My Calling



I woke up and decided being a Strong Black Woman was not my calling. Being a Strong Black Woman is not my ministry. I cannot and will no longer kill myself for the sake of keeping my career, keeping the peace, or settling for nonsense. I would rather avoid situations and environments where I must stay strong. 


I woke up and received a download from the Most High to write a quick blog post about being A Strong Black Woman and how I have suffered in silence while taking on unnecessary stress, nonsense, and toxic treatment from myself and others. I am unashamed to state that I brought into the narrative of being a Strong Black Woman and how to be unbothered and stoicism about things that do bother me, hinder me, and keep me stuck in this unhealed, traumatic, and perpetuated lie we have inherited from our ancestors, our Mothers, and other Black Women and often time society. Before getting into my story about being strong, I have to say this: being a Strong Black Woman is detrimental to our mental health, physical health, and spiritual health. 


It affects our mental health: It affects Black Women's mental health because we suffer in silence and internalize toxic messaging, wear a mask, can't be sensitive, and constantly suppress who we are. We have to put our needs on the back burner and become a martyr to be strong and stoic. 


It affects Black Women's physical health because when we internalize the messaging of being strong and not letting your hair down, we are stoicism and unbothered while we are suffering from high blood pressure, rising levels of cortisol, emotional eating, insomnia, underlying health issues such as an autoimmune disorder, fibroids, and more. Many Black Women are taught to be caregivers, prove their worth, and neglect themselves for the sake of pushing through and being strong because you cannot allow others to see you sweat while your mental and physical health is declining. 


It affects our spiritual health; faith and prayer are sometimes all we have. Still, even that is affected because you question the Most High on your internalized struggle: why are you dealing with difficult situations, people, and toxic environments. You become hopeless and helpless because you feel the highest abandon you, and your faith wavers. 


I have decided to break up with being strong because I am exhausted. I am tired of fronting and adopting the ideology of others because that doesn't work for me. One of my managers told me I needed to be strong and toughen up because the "students" would take advantage of me. I needed to rule with an iron fist. No, ma'am, that's not me. Plus, you get more with honey than you do with it. I will not subscribe to being a Strong Black Woman to appease other aggressive, harmful, and toxic Black Women. I refuse to prove my toughness because I come from a long line of Strong Black Women, but on the low, they were resilient; no doubt, they also died at young ages due to stoicism, aggressive stress, toxic environments, and caring for the needs of others while neglecting themselves. I am trading in strong for being soft, sensitive, and sensible. Sometimes, due to the environments and people I was surrounded by, I had to adapt to the Timberland Boot energy, aka being strong, independent, and fiery, but that was exhausting. When I am in survival mode or want to be heard and seen, I revert back to that energy. Still, it doesn't serve me and takes a significant hit on my mental health, physical health, and spiritual health because I was masking my true self instead of walking and living my truth. I have been told that you will have to deal with something and stop crying because people will take advantage of your "weakness" instead of, wow, you are empathetic. Let's cultivate that skill, which is a strength. 


Journal Prompt: Flyness, what are you done with? What are you going to replace that with?
 

Thursday, May 28, 2020

Being Black in America: I Am Black, Not A Person of Color



I am a Black American, not a woman/person of color. What’s the difference? Being a Black American whom ancestors went from :
✔️ slavery
✔️ sharecropping
✔️2 parts Northern migrations due to lynching and harsh Jim Crow laws 
✔️Segregation to the Civil Rights movement
✔️Limitations of Affirmative Action policies
✔️Redlining 
✔️Limited or no wealth
✔️Environmental racism such as broken school systems/toxic waste sites/food deserts
✔️Job discrimination due to hair texture and ethnic-sounding names 
✔️Bank and mortgage companies predatory practices and blatant racism
 ✔️400 plus years of holistic brokenness 
✔️Institutionalized racism, including racist policies and laws
✔️My brothers and sisters getting gun down
✔️Genocide
✔️Lack of quality insurance and medical needs
✔️Aging 7 times quicker due to holistic stress
✔️A constant state of rage
✔️Lack of Safety and Security while breathing, exercising, attending school, sleeping, chilling, and etc
✔️Highest Birth and Child mortality/Medical Apartheid 
✔️Mass incarceration of Black Men
✔️Drugs and other addictions ravishing my community/Still recovering from the Crack epidemic, three-strikes policies, and '94 Crime Bill
✔️Pandemic ravishing and killing my people at an alarming rate

We are owed reparations, restitution, repair, and restoration! We have been owed this debt since we have been violently snatched from our original place. You owe my parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-grandparents, and the list continues. We are still being feared, don’t have a place of refuge due to my ancestors being violently forced into slavery, breeding camps, plantations,  and the list continues.

Excuse me if I don’t claim or say people/women of color! My experience as a Black American woman is unique, unadulterated, and unapologetic. We have been here for 400 years and counting. We are the alchemist, and we aren't going anywhere. Our stories are historic and damn near paramount, and I refuse to water down my lineage to blend in and be forgotten.