“Truths & Affirmations”
because when you’re black, affirmations can be truths, but truths are also just affirmations. “black excellence”, “black lives matter”, “rhodes has fallen”. i see very little evidence that supports any of those statements.
for me, to be black is to live in hope, to live in a seemingly never-ending affirmation. maybe never fully acknowledging the truth is a coping mechanism. because the reality is my truth has been stolen, and the affirmations are the remnants of a half remembered dream.
am i really fully human? am i really deserving of love? i mean, i say the very catalyst for all life on earth looks down on me with favour, but very little else seems to – and even less so for black women.
i’m just exhausted. i’m tired of living in hope. and i’m angry at the fact the only way out of that hope seems to be through silence & assimilating into the very thing i hate.
sorry, i didn’t mean for this to be so depressing. it’s just that today self-worth feels like an affirmation instead of a truth.
listen to kendrick lamar’s ‘alright’ if you can.
