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Who determines whose a woman and who isn’t a woman? To clarify, why is it difficult for others to look at a Black woman and see her as a woman first?
The following is an excerpt from an essay I wrote in 2010:
I am more than the roundness of my bum. I am a woman who happens to be Black. I look in the mirror daily and I recognize the woman looking back at me. I am wonderful and beautifully made. I have worth and a brain. My intelligence is what makes me special and worthy of respect. My aspirations are what feed my drive to be a better person every second of the day. My integrity draws others near. I am a woman who happens to be Black.
Sadly, this topic is still relevant. It’s that time again for us to Let’s Just Talk!
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