"I am not an Independent Black Woman"
We as Black women love to profess how independent we are. But are we? No one is truly independent. Everyone needs someone or something. Independence is a myth, a lie, an illusion as far-fetched and unreal as the tooth fairy. We love to prance around and brag about the jobs we have, the cars or the clothes we buy ourselves, all while belittling our men. We make everything a dick swinging competition, then wonder why we’re single. A straight man wants a woman, not a competitor. And don’t even chime in with that “I’m too strong for most men” bull. No one wants to be in constant competition with people that they support and are supposed to support them.
So I’m not independent. I can’t do this by myself, and quite frankly, I wouldn’t want to.
I’ve never felt so alone. I know there are many people pretending to support me, yet hoping that I fail.
white vegans comparing animal farming to slavery
just say you value broiler chickens more than black people
u don’t have to front