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The Strong Black Woman is Dead
The Strong Black Woman is Dead...
>While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the
>strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of natural
>causes, but those who knew her know she died from being silent when she
>should have been screaming, milling when she should have been raging, from
>being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might
>inconvenience them.
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>She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't
>even have energy for herself. She died from loving men who didn't love
>themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection. She died from
>raising children alone and for not being able to do a complete job.
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>She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told
>her about life, men & racism. She died from being sexually abused as a child
>and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life,
>exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.
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>She died from being battered by someone who claimed to love her and she
>allowed the battering to go on to show she loved him too. She died from
>asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away
>instead of allowing her the kind of nervous breakdown she was
>entitled to, but only white girls could afford.
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>She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder
>and there was no one under her she could dump on.
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>The strong black woman is dead.
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>She died from the multiple births of children she never really wanted but
>was forced to have by the strangling morality of those around her.
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>She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor
>at 45. She died from being dragged down and sat upon by UN-evolved women
>posing as sisters.
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>She died from pretending the life she was living was a Kodak moment instead
>of a 20th century, post-slavery nightmare! She died from tolerating Mr.
>Pitiful, just to have a man around the house.
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>She died from lack of orgasms because she never learned what made her body
>happy and no one took the time to teach her and sometimes, when she found
>arms that were tender, she died because they belonged to the same gender.
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>She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she
>really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.
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>She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black
>man down. She died from race memories of being snatched and raped and
>snatched and sold and snatched and bred and snatched and whipped and
>snatched and worked to death.
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>She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching
>her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs.
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>She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being
>chastised by the lazy and hazy.
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>She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter
>enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.
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>She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators.
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>The strong black woman is dead.
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>She died from the punishments received from being honest about life, racism
>& men. She died from being called a bitch for being verbal, a dyke for being
>assertive and a whore for picking her own lovers. She died from never being
>enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.
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>She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.
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>She died from castration every time somebody thought of her as only a woman,
>or treated her like less than a man.
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>She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her
>royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together because
>respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.
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>She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion
>centers. She died of shock in courtrooms where she sat, alone, watching her
>children being legally lynched.
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>She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and
>neglect. She died in her mind, fighting life racism, & men, while her body
>was carted away and stashed in a human warehouse for the spiritually
>mutilated.
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>And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she
>was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts,
>rejected by the O.J.'s, the Quincy's, & the Poitiers. Sometimes, she was
>stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she
>carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on
>her back!
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>The strong silent, talking black woman is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>Or is she still alive and kicking??????????????
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>I know I am still here.
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>Author Unknown
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