To My Dearest Male Torches: I want you to know the future, is not the future without you. I want you to remember that the world around you, don’t know … Continue reading Speaking To The King In You
It’s Men’s Month! So, in light of all that is happening in the world around us–even as it burns–let us be light to the men in our lives, and whom … Continue reading Pop A Collar, Adjust A Crown
As a new mom, when my young ladies were babygirls, going to the store was my reprieve. When I would take them to day care and go to work, or … Continue reading Thoughts Of Quarantine: Leave Or Not To Leave (Part 1)-Outside Is Closed
I have been a mother for about a third of my life now. As of this September, I will have a 13-year-old and an 11-year-old. This means I am in … Continue reading Thoughts From A Quarantine: The Kids Are Drinking Up All The Milk
“I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.” -Audre Lorde (1934-1992) This is not going to be an ode to being or knowing a ‘bitter’ Black girl. What I want to … Continue reading The Happily Ever After
Special thanks to the audacious Mikki Kendall for writing HOOD FEMINISM. Mikki is a Torch and a Firestarter—and I’m effing glad about it. -JBHarris
I need the world to know something. For all the melaninated dopeness Black women have, we are tired. We are tired of having to always get up, start up and never give up! We are tired of being our own She-Ra’s, Wonder Women and Captain Marvels.
We. Are. Tired.
In a world that doesn’t see Black women outside of Mammies, Sapphires and Jezebels, you have to know how taxing that becomes. Having your entire self whiddled down to what people think of you—or even what you are named, is taxing. Somehow, somewhere, it seems that the default of Black women became otherworldly. We were expected to be superhuman! Lord knows humanity was stripped from us constantly. From that stripping came the shoving down or the outright dismissal of what Black women felt.
Being vulnerable was no longer an option. And if we are honest, it still isn’t! How would you feel if you have no place to release the pain you felt from the trauma inflicted on you? Blamed for things you had no control over, hmm? Wouldn’t that make you a teeny bit bitter? Now, compile that by 400 years.
I grow tired of hearing Black women are just bitter. No, we aren’t, fam! There are Black women who haven’t have time and space together to converge in order to process the shit that has happened to us. Some have turned to people, bottles and all manner of things to make the body feel better so the mind doesn’t ache!
Malcolm X said the most disrespected person in America is the Black woman. In this space of having lived almost 4 decades, I am inclined to agree. I make it a habit to never call another Black woman bitter. I haven’t walked where she has! I haven’t endured what she has! I haven’t been her! But I know what it’s like to be left or abandoned. I know what it’s like to be hurt. I know what it’s like to be blamed for things inflicted upon you and to be told to walk that off! Or ignore it because that’s just how it is’.
I know what it’s like to be told you aren’t enough, or will ever be enough. I know what it’s like to not be believed in or believed about anything! I know what it’s like to feel the root of bitterness form—righteously so!—and remind yourself being bitter won’t help solve anything. But that’s just me.
I get it, sis. I get it.
And because I get it, I give you the space to be mad…until mad is no longer necessary. Because that’s what sisters do. Just know that I not only see you, but I hear you. I get it! I promise I do.
You ever had silence so thick you could cut it with a knife? What if that same silence rings throughout your entire body? Throughout this Social Distancing order I, like … Continue reading Peace, Love, and Social Distancing
Let Jayida tell you why she mad! Remember, mad is not bitter! -JBHarris I don’t owe you my time or even a response! It’s a tough pill to swallow, that … Continue reading I Don’t Owe You My Time
This past semester, I graduated from my Alma Mater, UM-St. Louis (UMSL). At this university, I was blessed–yes, blessed!–to have taken my ENGL 3720: Literature After 1865. This class taught … Continue reading Black Girls Aren’t Allowed To Be Mad–They Are ‘Bitter’
As of this posting, we (my family and friends) are at about Day 9-10 of a self-imposed/mandatory quarantine. Now, my parents are Baby Boomers. I had a grandma that farmed. … Continue reading March Madness: This Is Where We At?