I am a human, and humans suffer from mental problems.
They label me with names; they sit and say “that’s a female, she’s looking for attention.” “She’s black and blacks live based on their past, blacks are stereotyped with the negatives.”
No one knows how much courage I have to wake up knowing that my brothers and sisters aren’t safe in their own bodies, knowing that I have to pop up my fro to show my nationality or race.
Holding these so-called truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.
That we are all endowed by our creator with certain inalienable rights like liberty and the pursuit of happiness. But that’s unless you’re loud and black and possess an opinion.
I am not racist.
I wake up every morning carrying the problems of the world on my shoulders, where our homes no longer feel like homes, and our uncles no longer seem like family, but instead like zombies, eating at our flesh to satisfy their sexual urges.
Afraid to walk around and feel comfortable in our own skins. As they are now too heavy for our bones.
With spiteful words you held me captive, like a gun in my face your hate is misplaced. White skin, light skin but for me not the right skin. Judging me with no crime committed.
Recklessly pointing a finger, eager to prove your worth by disproving mine.
I am not a feminist
Do you know how much effort it took our forefathers to teach our parents who now teach us how to live? Do you know the amount of revolution and fights it takes us to fight against sexism, rape, gender based violence and/or genital mutilation?
No! I guess you don’t. Because they refuse to mention, but rather, they expect the victims to be trained and encouraged to ignore it, to suppress it, to push through it, to pretend that nothing is happening, to not complain, to not make a mess, to not be a burden, to be happy and kind even if they have no reason to be, to Look presentable even if they don’t feel like it.
But I’m just another person with a view hoping my voice get heard.
And more importantly, I’m a woman.
I am not anti-cultural,
I am not a racist,
I am not a feminist,
and I want to be free to move around the world without being labeled by the things I am not;
without being judged by what I look like, but instead for who I am.
Like the way the moon is never confused for the sun and they both have their own time and opportunity to shine. Life is too short to live for other people’s approval.
And yeah it’s true that most of us don’t remember who we were before the world told us who we should be.
But you can still redefine yourself, take control or be controlled.
I’m a person, a woman, a sister, a friend, a pillar of the earth.
Those are the only labels I shall conform to.