Black Women Do Not Exist To Save You
Admittedly, I have said Trust Black Women a million times because as a Black woman, I believe we hold the solutions to so many problems in the world. However, over time the mood and meaning of this hashtag started to shift for me. Trust Black women is now becoming synonymous with allow Black women to do the work that White people do not want to do. Trust Black women is now becoming synonymous with allow Black women to do the work for little to no pay. Trust Black women is now becoming synonymous with allow Black women to generate creative work and allow White people to take the credit. Trust Black women is now becoming synonymous with allow Black women to clean up our mess. Let me be clear, Black people, particularly Black women, do not exist to save White America from itself. Black people, particularly Black women, were not placed on this earth to rescue White people from themselves. To save yourself, you must take a long hard look in the mirror and put in the work.
Black women have done our share of the work.
Black women have carried the load until our backs have bent in agony.
Black women have smiled when all we wanted to do was cry.
Black women are tired.
Black women will no longer play wet nurse to White America.
At some point, you have to get off the breast and grow up.
We cannot nurse you through racial discord. We cannot hold your hand through fighting racism because both our hands are too busy fighting to save our lives and family’s lives.
Throughout history, we have left breadcrumbs of our resistance. We have written the playbook on how to fight for liberation. From Oya to Vashti, to Harriet, to Fannie and beyond, we have drawn the blueprint.
Author’s Note: The complete text of this blog can be found here. Once I completed the audio I wanted to share with those that have read the blog. Thank you all for your support. Stay in the fight! ~ Hannah
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Categories: Current Events, Poetry, Politics, Race Relations
I can’t thank you enough for your voice! Finally someone who “gets” the frustration of black women. We are not “mad”, “angry”, or any of the other labels we wear for lack of understanding our struggle. Your writing brings me to tears for every time I’ve spoken truth and been labeled by those who hear me but lack understanding or courage to speak truth to power. Your voice removes the duct tape from my mouth, the rags from my throat, and the glue from my lips. Your truth frees so many. Please keep being “our voice”.