I Am Not A Queen

We are not superheroes. I am not a Queen; I’m simply a human being. A human beings who’s being pressured to do and be more. We need to do more with less appreciation and respect. Does this sound fair to you? I didn’t think so but welcome to the reality of a black woman. This is a narrative that sticks with us from birth. It’s almost as if the world is placed on our shoulders without our consent.

We are strong but never get a chance to slow down and be. When it comes to being a black woman, you have this unspoken responsibility to be selfless, but when is enough enough? The anxiety and snippy attitude are usually not personal; we have a lingering feeling in our chest.

Have you ever met a firstborn daughter known as the second mother? The timely evolution of who she is becoming while her maturity is rushed and used to cure the poison in the family is hard to watch but more brutal to live through. You were placed here to live a blissful childhood and gracefully flow into being a teenager then a woman.

Unfortunately for some, we skip the teenage years and tackle issues with forced wisdom. It’s a crippling feeling not to make any mistakes while we watch our peers live. It may seem dramatic until you look in the mirror and analyze the reflection. You. Yes, you are looking in the mirror and having an “Insecure” Issa Rae moment battling your inner child's wounds and the Queen that lives within. Let me remind you of something; You deserve peace, love, and the space to exist.

The world expects so much from you, but okay to remove the cape. When the chips are down, please put on your crown. You can’t fix everyone and everything. You know the quote, “You can’t fill a cup if yours is empty.

The draining of our energy makes us unaligned and move out of fear. This fear usually drives us into the arms of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. When you have to moment to relate to your older female generation, you realize the narrative is normalized. It comes from a “been there, done that” tone. When will we step up and let our fellow sisters know we don’t deserve the abuse before the love?

This is one of the generational curses we must break. We have taken the protection of the black woman and made her become her protection. If you believe in divine energy, you will know we all have a role to play. It has nothing to do with the gender roles but simply the soul’s part in the divine realm. It’s time we step back into our vulnerable state.

But, before we do this, we have to know it’s safe. Can we take the time to respect the black woman’s silent cry for a shoulder to cry on and a safe space to exist? The safe space should be our everyday reality, nothing more, nothing less.