Black Women Rock…but you already knew that.

Black Women Rock, but you already knew that…

Black women.

All black women.

My black women.

Your black women.

My sisters.

Your sisters.

Their sisters.

Our sisters.

All sisters…

We’re the shit.

We’re the stuff.

We are strong, yet we get tired.

We mourn.

We grieve.

We have moments of weakness.

We pick ourselves up to fight again.

We’re angry.

Happy Black WomanWe have all right to be.

The world doesn’t understand.

Yes. They do. They just don’t give a damn.

And yet, we rise.

Even those of us who can’t seem to rise from the ashes on our own, there is always another sister there to help.

My sister. Your sister. Their sisters. Our sisters.

Black women.

All black women.

My black women.

Your black women.

My sisters.

Your sisters.

Their sisters.

Our sisters.

All sisters…

The Black Community would have fallen years ago if it wasn’t for Black Women.

It’s hell out here in these streets for us.

For a long time, we had to suffer in silence.

Then social media happened.

And we found our voices along with other sisters’ voice.

There was shared pain and shared gain.

We came to realize that all we had been taught had been wrong.

I mean some things weren’t wrong. But a lot of shit was wrong.

Like little girls aren’t fast because grown-ass men rape, molest, and lust after them…

Or like…it wasn’t our fault male—and sometimes female— family members did things, sexual things, to us when we were too young to know any better.

Social media allowed so many of us to grow together, grow UP together.

Black women.

All black women.

My black women.

Your black women.

My sisters.

Your sisters.

Their sisters.

Our sisters.

All sisters…

We found a haven.

We found like minds.

But we also found the sheep women, you know, OUR sisters who can’t let go of the patriarchy because they want and need so desperately to be loved by a man? Any man?

Yes, those heffas are still our sisters, too.

We don’t claim them though.

And so we keep fighting.

And even when we say we won’t continue to fight for Black men, because they seem to hate us…

We lace up our boots for the gay and bi brothers, because the straight, toxic males, would kill them, and do kill them…

And even still, some of the gay and bi ones hate us…

Black women have to fight for every-damn-body and yet, no one comes to fight for us…

We’ve learned to come to terms with that though.

A lot of us have dropped the swords when it comes to fighting every other battle.

We’re starting to only fight for us…

We’re starting to only support us…

And the rest of you will deal!

Black women

Your black women

My black women

Our BLACK women…

…are tired. We’re tired of being sick and tired and sick and tired of being tired…

We’re leaving the rest of you to your own recognizances.

You’re own your own…

Like we were. Like we are…

Like we used to be.

We’re all we got.

We’re all we need.

And you best believe

Out on top is where we, BLACK WOMEN, will come to be…

Goodbye, 2016! You’ve been a mean nasty diseased penis.

Hello, 2017. We’re happy to meet you. With smiles on our beautiful melanated faces, we greet you.

Signed…

The.New.Enlightened. Black Woman.

black woman with orchid

Nikki Michelle is an author and writer. Pick up a copy of her latest book Bi-Satisfied. Connect with Nikki on @NikkiMichelle84. Leave your thoughts below on this article.

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