Are we REALLY our Sister’s Keeper?
- We’re expected to keep quite, carry their secrets and baggage and let this shit eat away at us. Hell, more often than not, they don’t even have a real place of their own (with their name on it) to hide their bags. Well, I’m no longer here for it. I love Black men, but it’s time they start carrying their own damn bags, because I’ve got shit to do and don’t have time for sleepless nights and unproductive days. I’ve listened to 100 too many Sisters share similar stories…hoping, waiting and praying for them to change. Why are we constantly waiting on them, but won’t “wait” on us?
- It’s interesting how these men cheer women on for stepping into their power, and idolize women like Assata and Harriet UNTIL someone calls them out on their own shit. When we do, we’re no longer revolutionary and fighters, but labeled emotional and bitter.