No ma’am. This is our sad lot in life. It’s never ending. It’s taxing, and there is no relief. Only death.
I haven’t experienced nearly as much hardship as my sons have, which is why we have a special relationship. I always knew how hard it would be for them to live on this earth, so I worked to educate them slowly, every step of the way. From elementary school, middle, and high school. Now, that they are adults, I must school them about work, and getting hired, and how to not get fired. We are always teaching our kids how not to be a threat just so we can barely survive. Not to move up. Not to get rich. Not to be wealthy, but just to survive.
And it comes at us from all sides. Every ethnic group has taken up the mantra and armour of White supremacy…even some Blacks like that New York cop who pulled that infant like a rag doll. Sometimes we can’t even trust our own people to protect and respect us.
Life’s a bitch being Black honey. Those old two strikes XX..
I’m a Woman.
The third strike can be anything for a Black person…I’m poor, I have a criminal record, I’m educated, I didn’t complete high school, I got pregnant out of wedlock, I was in the child welfare system, I was educated by racist/segregationist schools, etc.
It. Is. Hell. Being. Black!