The Strong black Woman illusion ( My perception)

She’s a hard woman, a stereotype.

Caressing a fake identity and hiding behind a mask.

Living an illusion behind an acquired physical façade

of A strong black woman who is accustomed to dishing

the same meal to whoever cares to listen, swinging the

blood stained banner of strong black woman and delivering

the same speech to herself and everyone around her.

Lost within ego validation that everyone values, convincing

herself that she is perpetually tough, uniquely indestructible

and can do bad all by herself.

 

 

She’s a soldier going toe-to-toe with her male counterparts.

Handling her problems in silence and trivializing her pain.

Hardened by the world, toughened by bad experiences.

She’s afraid to admit that she is hurting and struggling.

Quick to dismiss help and support because she doesn’t

want to appear weak and vulnerable to anyone.

Softness is forbidden!

 

 

She’s a machine, working tirelessly with challenges to

prove that she can do it all by herself.

She walks around with a bold face amidst abuse and

power through it. Hiding her true feelings and emotions inside,

shaking off feelings of disappointment with the strong black

woman attitude. A haughty woman now callous and jaded.

 

 

She’s from the third generation of strong black women.

Indefatigable mamas and sisters hustling and struggling with

pain etched on their faces and worry wrinkling their brows.

She was taught to be resilient and to hide her tears and pain

from the world. A military training sufficient in these times.

 

 

She looks up to strong female figures for motivation.

She is very competitive and always comparing herself with others.

Reading self help books to boost her confidence, validate her

lifestyle and to hide her sadness.

 

 

She’s the super woman taking care of everyone but herself.

Quick to help and save everyone but neglect her needs.

To the world, she’s the woman that got it all together,

recovers faster from traumatic events in her life and is

always equipped with the best advice.

 

She is frightened, insecure, confused, lost and constantly

battling depression.

She hides her tears and pain from the world with constant

reassurance and validation of, “I got this, I don’t need anyone.

I am a strong black Woman”. A self comforting chorus to make

her feel good about herself and convince everyone that she is in

control yet she is breaking up inside and losing her mind.

 

 

Unaware that it’s alright to show weakness amidst pain,

conflict and disappointment; to cry when hurting, to confide

in someone when she needs comfort; to ask for support

when she is overwhelmed and helpless.

Expressing her true feelings and showing emotions.

Embracing the essence of being human, and also most

importantly, her femininity.

 

©FloetryC 2016

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**Being strong is overrated, the illusion of strong black woman

is confusing and misleading many sisters in these times.

Resilience amidst hardship is admirable, being feminine is beautiful.

Woman, there is nothing wrong with crying, admitting that you’re

wrong when you mess up, asking for help where necessary…and

mostly, confiding and sharing your struggles and difficulties with

loved ones.

 

Mental illness is real and depression is a silent killer that is affecting

many people today. (Not just women) Too many people walking

around with a stone face yet they are breaking down inside and

no one knows their story.

Talk to someone, live a little. You’re not a super woman!**

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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