Being a Black Woman…

Means learning to be soft to plight of others. Long, delicate brown fingers brush away the tears of the same people who will turn a hard shoulder to us. Patient ears listening to woes of those that are often deaf to us. Plush bosom crutching tightly to heads that quickly away when the hour of need is concluded. Often criticized by our own men. Too often fetishized by the men of others. Always admiring, never the “prize”. In relationships, personal and private, we will give and be taken. We will have our value questioned to a degree that it makes…