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Yeah, I'm a black woman is knowing when the fight is not yours. It is letting America pay for her sins and transgressions. We will not save you this time. Tell me what you know about being disqualified for being overqualified, knowing too much and might do the job too well. Cold. Switching my tongue to standard English, just to be the Michael managed by someone who calls himself an ally. Feedly propaganda. Greet me with African American vernacular they learned on Tiktok, they say, is the new Gen Z lingual. They have no idea the origin of this break dance language. We are living in a new era. The descendants of sharecroppers are now the new corporate baddies. Systemic race, racism, cowards and envy hate to see all this prosperity on us. So they took back their affirmative action in the name of equality. Fine, keep your D. E. AI initiatives and programs. Haven't we been here before ? I'm not shocked by your inherited ignorance, The colonization in your blood. I come from a lineage of women who marched with swollen feet and pregnant bellies, hunted by the smell of burning flesh and Jim Crow South. We are not new to this unsolicited grief against our bodies. When this truth fully dissolves in my skin, I am a protest waiting to happen at sunset. I know too much about riding at dawn for what you believe. And when copper skin is exalted, exalted until it becomes a threat. But vultures will come and try to confiscate our skin, our culture, our charm, Billy. They will give us a national holiday, but there's still strange fruit swinging. Every day. We are fighting a ratio with permanent ink, writing our stories in the skylines to never be for gotten. My people are here. We have always been here. For most black women, we are somebody's lifeline tour guide to enlightenment. We are somebody's mother, mending deprive hearts, holding onto things that don't belong to us, Standing on frontlines for people who would never march for us. But despite what they say, what we we conjure in our bellies is miraculous. Being a black woman is holy. It is the remedy in our touch, the comfort in our laughter. It is finding sunlight in your teeth during the darkest hour in the day. It is the hunger of wanting to live in the world that doesn't love you back. It is trading your armor for roses and resting, resting in awe of the glory she is made of. Ah, share, believe, inspire blacks be.
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