Being a Black Woman in America

The most disrespected woman in America is the Black Woman”-Malcolm X

Okay so enough of the bullshit-It’s 2018 & I’ve watered down my blogs long enough. My bio specifically says Uncensored. Black Lives Matter. Feminist. Everything is discussed because nothing is off topic. Of course I made this decision because this is my first time writing a blog but 2018 is the year I’ve decided to start my brand and broaden my horizons. So cheers to my first blog post of 2018.

First thing first: This blog post is not written to scare or anger anyone. I know I have readers of all different races, sexes, and etc. I appreciate every single one of you. This blog is simply meant to describe me, a black woman, living in America and why I’ll always bend over backwards to improve the lives of my Queens.

I was twenty-two years old when I finally understood why my parents told me I would always have to work twice as hard being a woman & A BLACK WOMAN in America. I was a worker in one of the most popular (Atlanta-based Franchises) in the country. Take a wild guess? It’s my pleasure to write this blog for you. I worked multiple twelve hours shifts, exceeded expectations, and was always the one to train any newcomers-I was that damn good. It was talk among the staff that promotions were going to be taking place. I just KNEW that I was going to be promoted. After all, I busted my ass daily and was even told by upper management that I was the best. As days went by so did promotions and guess what? You guessed it-I was looked over. I wasn’t passed over for someone with the same amount of experience or work ethic. The person they chose over me was a nineteen-year old, fresh out of school, white girl who I had RECENTLY trained. I was heartbroken. I devoted my all to this company and would have to answer to someone who was still coming to me for questions. Everyone questioned upper management’s decision. She was inexperienced. My work ethic proved itself. Two years and three more white, inexperienced, lacking in work ethic, colleagues later I was finally granted the promotion I deserved.

Silently I was angered but this only created a hidden drive in me that till this day is instilled. I now knew what my parents said all these years on how I would always have to fight to prove myself in this country. My white counterparts can show 100% effort but I would have to show 300% in order to feel equal. I would always have to work extra hard in order to get what I want and sometimes what I’m working towards wouldn’t be guaranteed.

Over the years, I’ve spoken to many Black women from friends, colleagues, & etc. We’ve all shared the same struggles being a black woman in America. As women, we’re already lacking in gender equality. Men are still getting paid twice as more than women while we’re leading in being in the top percent of college graduates. Try being a Black woman-yeah this shit is double worse. Inequality on both sides.

“F*** it. I’ll do it”- A Black Woman. You’re right. A Black woman will. Black women have silently been behind some of the biggest movements in our history from the Civil Rights Movement to our most recent movement in 2017: The Women’s March. Unfortunately, Black women have never received the proper credit we deserve for our mark in history. Blood, sweat, & tears have poured out of us in order for equal rights among our people and for women. Being a Black Woman in America.

As this post comes to an end, I think about my ancestors. I think about Rosa Parks standing up for herself by refusing to give her seat up to a white person on the bus. I think about the three black women in which the movie Hidden Figures is based on. These women went unknown in history for years. No one gave them the recognition they deserved for being the masterminds behind putting the first man from the United States in space. Being a Black Woman in America.

I’m a fighter for women-ALL WOMEN. I want equality for women all over the world but my fight for black women is just a little bit more intense. Who is fighting for US when we’re fighting for you?

When you give a black woman lemons be prepared to drink the best lemonade of your life.

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