Drink wine by the bottle, shed every last tear, listen to sad music, it’s that time of year.
this is shout out to shy poets. you exist, your words are valid, and it is okay to write ferociously and keep that shit private. there is no right way of being a poet, no right way of delivering your words. shy poetry is valid and needed in this world.
Thank you. Oops…
i was speaking more towards this idea that all black women are inherently “angry” and “strong” and will refuse to compromise and by extension of that, submit to anyone. that we stomp around erasing space for men and taking away their masculinity and as a black woman that’s been called bitter/angry/etc i know for a fact that it’s less about what people perceive and more about finding a man that’s actually worth our vulnerability and softness. even the angriest of black women that i know are not always on ten. they bring it down to a two with a good man who treats them right and who they can respect and defer to without feeling like she’s been compromised but i feel where you’re coming from too anon.
it’s mad revolutionary as a black woman to admit to being submissive or wanting to be submissive. to strip off all that and say yeah, i don’t have all the answers, i’m not always strong, i need a partner, i want a lover, i want someone to shoulder the burden and protect me and shield me from the bullshit. it is not weakness. and even if we do experience weakness in the context of a safe and stable relationship, there is joy in that.