Black Women, The Unknown, The Truth

I read a post from someone whom I am enamored with the content of his tweets.  This post revolved around barbershop talk and read "Black Women spend a lot of time pretending that everything is okay and suppressing entirely too much....praising their troubles instead of acknowledging their toxicity." ~~I AM~~

My notebook an infinite canvas of thought. However only a few have made their way to this page.

Oftentimes as black women we carry ourselves with determination and a convincing sense of being extraordinary or exceptional. This is regardless of the treatment received from others.  Some may say that we are accomplished however if an in depth view is taken, we have yet to conquer ourselves.  We are seen with an 'S' stamped on our chest, underneath the flirty dresses, boardroom suits, dress blues and scrubs.  Is this 'S' for Superwoman/Strength/Independence? Possibly.  Our strength has been galvanized with a coat of armor, shielding us from the pain and deprivation of an authentic and joyful life.  In short we are portrayed as a capable person, someone who can reliably provide for others emotionally and financially. Such virtues leave you with a set of irrevocable oppositions out of which we live our lives.  We struggle with being both strong and having needs of our own.  Wherein lies the dilemma of strength....to choose the appearances and remain unknown or choose TRUTH and risk being disregarded by others.  We often choose the Unknown.

The Unknown---Media stereotypes of black women-the angry black activist; the promiscuous unwed mother, the take no-shit, more man than woman black bi@!* accused of being both unfeminine and oversexed at the same time.

The Truth - It is 'OKAY' for things not to be OKAY.  It is OKAY not to fall prey to the one dimensional view. We do not have to invest our lives in the appearance of invulnerability. We as Black Women, We as Women, ARE EXTRAORDINARY AND EXCEPTIONAL.

~~Skin I'm In~~