In the spirit of love and black history month, we’re going to delve deep into our feelings with this post. I didn’t want to be cliché and post something lovey dovey. I wanted to be real and hold a mirror to help you see what’s going on.
Trust and believe I will be talking about both genders since this is a three-part series: Her, Him, and God.
Ladies, you’re up first.
You’re broken. Upset. Hurt. Scarred. How could you possibly think someone can love you? You have given your all to people who were nowhere near deserving yet you’re still empty. You used everything you can think of to fill that void and nothing seems to be working.
You put on this facade that you’re strong and independent but in secret you want to be held at night.
You want to be able to submit to a man who is everything on your list and then some. You even lower your standards since they are “impossible” to reach. Yet, your bed is cold.
You let men use you in every position. Friends that are in constant competition and society to ruin your mind.
Hmm oh sweet society.
Seeing half-naked women all over social media living the life you’ve dreamed of making you bitter.
Their bodies are what men want and you buy every waist trainer just to make that possible but the scale stays the same.
You hear all these stereotypes; you’re angry, ghetto and have attitude but they don’t realize the root of the issue.
This is years of oppression. Massa tearing your family apart, raising fatherless daughters, heartless sons. Creating division between light and dark like they are God.
“It ended a few years ago they said” which isn’t true. You still feel the effects years later and don’t know how to proceed and be yourself again.
One thing is for sure, your emotions are valid.
It’s ok to be angry, sad, bitter or have an attitude. Society is being created against you.
To know the real you, to be able to survive in a place that wants to be you but not endure the struggle,
Remove that mask.
The door between reality and fantasy can come down.
The woman you are behind closed doors can be love and can love. She is healing, picking up the broken pieces, finding her true self.
This journey is never easy but once completed, she is a beautiful flower.
Raised through concrete and thriving.
She is her. Her is she. They is I.
We all go through dark times. I was at point where I didn’t think I was good enough, a failure, unlovable even by God yet I’m still standing because I had other women who believed in me. Encouraged me to be greater. Loved me even when I had short comings and waited for me at the finish line.
I’m rooting for you.