Another International Women's Day...
Today is International Women’s Day. While I’m excited to celebrate all the beauty that comes along with womanhood, I’m also a tad weary. Often when I hear that there’s a women’s meeting or celebration, I show up and there’s a room full of White women. Not just any White women either, but the classist, racist kind that love to mention their singular Black friend in the midst of Facebook debates about Black Lives Matter v. All Lives Matter—yea, those White women.
So, instead of applauding the many accomplishments and contributions of women, I sit and worry about protecting my blackness. I become so consumed with being Black in the moment that I can’t bask in the glory of being a Woman. That’s because, often, around these types of White women, you must choose. You’re either going to celebrate being a woman OR Blackness. They don’t understand that we, Black women, are able and have the desire to do both. That’s because mentioning Blackness is to take away from the shine of womanhood—in their eyes at least.
It’s another year and I’ve been invited to a women’s luncheon for my industry. My field of work isn’t diverse… AT ALL. So, I’m sure I’ll walk into a room full of White women and find myself battling with choosing Blackness OR womanhood. Because celebrating being a Black woman is too much for those around me to process. I’m not sure why I do this to myself, but here we are. I’ll approach this with an open mind, yet still guarded. I’m hoping that these groups of women are able to prove me wrong. But as usual, I am prepared for the worst.
Today is a day to celebrate being a woman. Do so in a safe space where you’re able to bask in all that comes along with your type of woman. Learn from my mistake.
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