Fragmented, Pt. 1 // June 2020 // Hempstead, NY
The reality I experience and witness as a black woman is a unfair equation. While raised and expected to be nurturing, protective, mannerly, giving, strong, forgiving, and motherly-for children and grown ass adults. We must dare not entertain any idea that we’re entitled to empathy, proper finances, or any type of reciprocation in any form.
It’s a deadly perception imbedded in our society and subconscious. Giving those outside of our special demographic unwritten permission to dehumanize us.
Consequently this unwritten rule conjures a distinct pain resulting in a isolated state which inevitably deteriorates one’s mental health. A phenomena which takes away pieces of us every minute we breathe, while we trick ourselves into the belief that it’s our fault if we don’t remain whole.
Yet, we’re still able to radiate beauty, love and light in its purest form. To be there for our loved ones in ways we can’t anticipate from others. To be a voice of strength for people and movements even when we can’t fight for ourselves. A power and privilege I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. -ashleysimoneny