Becoming Strong
one of my favorite poems speaks on how a woman can be a rock when all she wants to be is soft....
I've always wonder that, as black women we always have to be strong its not an option in a world where you are on the bottom of the pole, the double nigger (as yoko ono would state) - the double kick from fighting sexism and racsim....
My mom is strong, my sister is strong and so are many other black women I know...some even say I am...those who know those deep secrets I never shared but maybe just two...
still I always think how can a woman who is made of rock become soft, cause that is all I ever wanted to be...
soft enough to have a man treat me delicate, soft enough to melt into his arms like hot lava....
I want to be soft and not feel guilty for being soft, I want to be able to admit it when I need help or just an ear...
but right now I feel like a mountian that is unmovable, ...you can go around but not thru me,...
still even mountains tend to erode away some day, maybe I can find the right person to help me take down my wall.
2 comments:
I totally understand what you mean about being strong yet wanting to be soft..but what can you do..just hope that someone comes along that helps you realize that you can be both
Just stoppin by Boo, but my advice is for you to be you. If you're soft and supple and that's the real you, the only time you need to be hard is when something comes along and threaten's your ability and desire to be you. That's when you take the hard line, make the hard decision, rock the hard stance.
Surround yourself with those who appreciate and let you be yourself. And if that doesn't work, be by yourself, because you can only be yourself.
Blessings.
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