Strong black women
don’t call me strong.
you hurt me, and actually have the audacity to
pretend like I'm not wounded.
you know what’s wrong.
you hurt me only to look at me with pitiful eyes, yet I'm excluded.
don’t call me brave.
you throw me to danger, and clap with praise like it was a show.
who did you save.
you drowned me so can save me, when I’m half dead to play hero.
I’m not being silly.
you gaslight me daily, and smile while stabbing me like wolves in sheep clothing.
its nothing bad really.
it is all okay and completely acceptable, because "I am a strong black woman".
