(ThyBlackMan.com) As I sit here just shy off of my monthly sista circle in which we discussed the ever so challenging presumed identity of the bitter black woman I began to wonder to myself where do people get these ideas from and who told them they were true. We are constantly at the helm of others ideas, beliefs and opinions and I want to set them straight for once and for all.
The Myth:
Black women are bitter, angry, less attractive and other blah blah blah!! Okay people get your selves, I am a black woman and yes sometimes I am angry, fed up and truly pissed off, but bitter no way. What reasons do I have to be? I am 
alive; I am relatively healthy and have a loving family to embrace me. Yes, of course a man has broken my heart, hurt my feelings and I felt like killing him but it didn’t leave me bitter it made me stronger. So to say we are all bitter or even a great majority of us is not true. Are we angry? Yes that we are. Sisters are tired of being disrespected, miss-treated, second rated and dehumanized. What would you do if you were a black woman and you had folks like Satoshi Kanazawa coming up with his statics mumbo-jumbo of why we are not attractive or other folks writing pieces on the bitter black woman? So Mad hell yes, pissed off your darn right but bitter we have no reason to be…..
The lies:
OH lord, I can go on and on with these just as much as I can about the bitter business, but what give me goose bumps about this are the ones that are being projected by black men themselves. Going on T.V. YouTube and other media masses and say black women are this, black women are that and on and on just to justify why they have to satisfy their thirst for a piece of the American dream and a white “queen “next to them. What is wrong with you all? Have you forgotten that a black woman led slaves to freedom? A black woman learned how to read when reading was not possible and the most prolific and most astonishing of all is that a black woman stood next to her husband and held the Bible as he was sworn into office.
The Truth:
A Black woman is a lot of things we are strong, but not without fault, we tread forward but not without heartache, we listen without judgment and we feel pain just like everyone else. We are humble when required and we stand and fight when asked. We have been robbed of our heritage, raped of our bodies and disrespected by many and still we rise to the occasion. We set aside all of the things that society thinks makes us different and show the world that we are all the same. We cry, we laugh we have shortcomings and downfalls and yet we still hold our heads high. We are disrespected by the very men that we have given life to and yet, when they need us we are there. We are proud of our heritage, proud of our ancestors and know that without black women of the past none of us would have a future. We are not failures, we are not ugly, we are not all prostitutes and drug-addicts we are black women, and I am a black woman.
We are the creation of God the epitome of beauty and why Botox became so popular in the first place. I am not what you say I am or what society has made me to be. I am the granddaughter of a strong black woman from Alabama who could not read but she still boarded a bus with her three children and came up north for better life, I am the only child of her eldest daughter and I am the future of my children. I have paid the price already for those who will come after me and I will continue to move forward, continue to have a voice, and to speak the truth and stand proud in the fact that God made me black and quite frankly, ain’t nothing wrong with that.
And these are just thoughts from a sista….
Staff Writer; Nicole Moro
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