Black Women, Power is the Song of our Bloodline
We’re Terrifying? Be Terrifying!
The last month I’ve started writing and stopped. I’ve wavered over what to say and how to say it. You see, the “it” has been a feeling. The precise nature of “it” hadn’t been so clear. Until today.
I want Black women to seize the world. I want us to take back our power from these absolutely awful people who’ve spent their lives making our world a terrible place.
I want Black women to set our faces as if they were locked doors with no entry. I want us to stop smiling if we don’t want to. I want us to speak with matchless coldness. I want Black women to tell the world without saying a single word that we are done. That not one person, not one slight, not one insult, not a single word will be tolerated by any person who violates any boundary we put in place.
I want us to relish the word “No” whether verbal or silent. I want Black women to tell every single person who needs to know, that they will not pass. They will receive no succor from any of us. I want Black women to feel our power. And, yes, as poor as some of us may be and I have been poor, and forlorn, I have never been without my power.
No matter the circumstance my power has lifted my head high, straightened my back, and called me to claim it.
