In a world where a black woman has to be downright superhuman in every way to be considered worthy, let’s take a moment to praise the “regular” black woman.
In a world where that worthiness is determined by how much struggle, agony and pain a black woman can endure before the clock strikes 1, long live the black women saying no to that narrative and forging their own way. Even if that way looks very different from generations past.
The black women you see every day -at the gas station, at the supermarket, at the DMV. The black woman that is out running errands, and is not laid and slayed to face the world. The black women struggling with acne. The black women with 4c hair that, despite the pressures to fry it, dye it or hide it, wear it any way she damn well pleases. The black women with freeform locs, regular locs, microlocs and every other loc in between. The black baldies that rock no hair like no one else. The black women who just did the big chop and are unsure of what they are doing after years of relaxers or weaves.
Long live all these black women, even though the pressure is nigh on insurmountable conform to hairstyles that are diametrically opposed to our very genetics. Long live the black women who look like regular black women – you are deserving of love and great things, regardless of your appearance.
Long live the black women who wear weaves and wigs, too. While I believe every black woman looks great with their natural hair, wearing weaves and wigs have their purpose. Long live the regular black woman making it happen with a couple bundles installed for a little pizzazz.
Who knew that we’d reach a point where such a statement needed to be said?
The black woman with the black features that she was mocked for in her youth. Those same features, when purchased by everyone else, is praised. The fuller lips, the wider hips. Long live the ladies with the broad, wide noses. All the better to smell the flowers so rightly deserved. Long live the black women who fail the paper bag test. Long live the black women told to stay out the sun lest we get “too dark”. What even is “too dark”? Long live the black women who pass the paper bag test. Long live the black women who have the features that are shared by the men, that make the men more desirable, but somehow is to be scorned on the women.
Everyone else in the known galaxy can make a mistake and be forgiven. Long live the black women who are course correcting. Long live the black women who genuinely didn’t know better, and fell into the trap before them. Long live the black women who learned from their mistakes, and help guide the next generation of black women away from those pitfalls. Long live the black women who were fortunate enough to avoid the mistakes altogether. Long live the black women who have made mistakes and endure that scarlet letter because everyone else except us can be forgiven.
The ones with big dreams to earn every degree she can. The women who were finished with school the moment they walked across that high school stage. The ones who got their GED because life just got in the way. Long live these black women.
As a black woman, somehow the magnifying glass is on us, while we are also ignored. Despite existing in a world that seeks to silence us, long live the black women speaking their truth to power.
So long live the regular black woman. I am you, I see you and I wish you the best.