Dear Black woman, How are your shoulders and back? Do they ache from bearing weight you never asked to carry?
Are your arms and legs tired from holding up your family and friends? What about your spirit? Is it fatigued from years of forging on when every ounce of you physically, emotionally, and mentally needed to rest? Dear Black woman, Cut the bullshit and be honest with me – are you OK after years of not being protected by those who were supposed to which lead to hyper-independence as a trauma response?
Are you fine with the lack of support and being told you should be thankful for crumbs? Aren’t you exhausted from having to be everyone’s superhero to the extent that you tend to forget your own humanity? Dear Black woman, Disrespectfully, fuck the crumbs that they’ve made you beg for and then gaslit you over.
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