You Judge Me...

You Judge Me...

You judge me based on my gender. 

I'm a woman so you want me to be soft, meek, exude warmth and fuzziness. Willing to accept that I must share you with other women. Willing to drop to my knees or spread my legs to pleasure you whenever you call upon me. Willing to accept that my uterus and vagina are controlled by you and governmental legislation but not my own decision-making. Willing to accept that my place in this world is to be silent, loyal and unquestioning. 

You judge me based on the color of my skin. I'm black so I must be fatherless, a baby mama, uneducated, equally lacking in depth and potential...just another fucking statistic. My nappy hair is unruly and ugly in your eyes but my youthful skin, which shows no sign of aging, makes you envious.

You judge me based on my personality. I'm an introvert. Therefore, I must be unapproachable, standoffish, aloof. Don't you know what it's like to be this misunderstood? 

You fail to judge me based on who I truly am. And always judge me based on who you think I should be. 

Your judgment is formed by stereotypes. 

You've made me a stereotype.  

I am nobody's stereotype!

What I am is complex, beautiful, brilliant, unpredictable - unyielding in talent and potential.

Your judgement doesn't hurt me.

Nor will it stop me.

You'll be disappointed that it did not.

you judge me stereotypes

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Being Your #Mother

Being Your #Mother

Netflix & Pajamas - Earth Day Edition

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