A series of things happened to me in the last week between my professional and personal life that has me thinking about how I perceive myself and how the world perceives me. While i deal with these thoughts often, sometimes it just takes an incident or comment to make you realize just how unique black womanhood is. We are everything and nothing at the same time. Our uniqueness places us between the land of mythos and reality all at once, That can be a hard and isolating road to travel, even if you have a guide or mentor to help you along the way. But it is still a very personal journey because of our one of a kind experiences.
I like to start with the myths or stereotypes that we face because that is the one thing we all have in common. From the moment we come into the world we are considered weaker,inferior, a burden, worthless simply because we are female. Then you add our deep rich mahogany color and we become lazy, unintelligent, savages,ghetto, not human, all of this added to us and we haven’t even taken our first proper breath yet. Let’s jump to puberty because we all know that black children don’t actually grow up. We get stuck in an incubator and within the hour we magically become delicious adults.
The sexualization begins, we are conniving, ratchet, cold hearted hoes and bitches. But on the plus side we sassy, strong, independent and sexperts. I can’t tell you how many times it was assumed that I had sexual knowledge, simply because i was a black teenage girl. Granted I’m sure you realize that I’m being sarcastic but these are the layers that we have to fight through before we can get a true glimpse of the real person beneath the surface.