Happy Black Girl Day x Assimilation x Whiteness

As Black women we put our lives on hold for our lovers, our mommas, our families, our kids, guess what, that life will never come unless we claim it. Sitting in Tuesdays, waiting for the Chicken Bone Bus on New Years Eve, White dude who Loves Black women strikes up a conversation with the me. He brings up the “Bitch is the New Black” article. I listen. And then while talking about his Black women friends, he says something profound, when he mentions that we “seem to put our lives on hold.” I get that sometimes we have to do it, to push through. However, every time we put our lives on hold for someone or something else, this is a willful act. We are not objects, we are human.

I could give a fuck about what a Steve Harvey or anyone else has to say about Black women’s marital statistics. Anyone paying their rent talking shit about us can miss me with those. Rather than tell our story and reduce Black men to being only worth what they can pay for on a date or in rent, how about writing about his OWN relationships with his family members, his mother, his daddy, his children, his narrative, his journey. Hmmp.

Happy Black Girl Day.

With Love, Resistance and Desire.

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