Beneath the Masks….

“Many black women in the United States are brokenhearted. They walk around in daily life carrying so much hurt, feeling wasted, yet pretending in every area of their life that everything is under control. It hurts to pretend. It hurts to live with lies. The time has come for black women to attend to that hurt” (hooks, p. 19).

From Sisters of the Yam: Black Women and Self-Recovery

We wear the masks

And walk with pride

Strong Black woman

But dying inside.

Carrying the hurt

Of our existence

Strong Black woman…

Façade of resilience.

Silencing the self

Our souls we bear

Truth in our hips

Never escapes our lips

Depression sets in

Its symptoms we wear…

Fibroids and

Cancers

And progression

Stagnated

Empty eyes…

And spirits of hatred.

Death becomes us

As we don’t speak

Afraid of the truth

It renders us weak.

To say we’re strong

But yet we cry.

To be everyone’s go-to

To ourselves we lie.

Saying we’re fine.

We can handle the stress.

Duties of multitudes.

The world we impress.

And still…

Are portrayed as malignant.

To our plights

No one is indignant.

Because…

We wear the masks

And walk with pride

Strong Black woman

But dying inside.

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