𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘
𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒
𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
"please, you wouldn't be able to handle me."
"wanna find out?"
"yeah? what are you gonna do?"
"bend you over the counter and show you how...
"i don't know what to do momma." i sniffled burying my head in my mom's neck. we'd been sitting on the couch in my parents house for a little over a hour and i've been crying most of the time.
i was genuinely surprised when she didn't seem surprised by the whole situation, the situation being me being in cahoots with that white wigga.
"what do i do momma?" i asked leaning back looking at her with teary eyes. it was really pitiful sight really.
my mom frowned, "well i can't really say anything because i went back to your dad..." she trailed off
wait what, dad cheated on momma!?
"but you need to stand up, don't let a man- a white man at that- get you so down baby." she pushed my hair out my face.
i nodded my head, she's right i can't let these niggas, or these little boys get me down. i am better than that.
"now your gonna put on a pretty face in front of everyone else but when you need to cry my arms are always open honey." she soothed rubbing away the tears that fell down.
"it's okay to cry but don't give anyone the satisfaction of knowing they made you cry," she advised and held my face in her hands, "we are strong black women and we don't show the white men our tears, even if they caused it." she gently explained.
i let the tears flow down my face. i was recovering from a hangover and i was heartbroken, that combination really fucking sucks.
"i am a strong black women." i sniffled wiping away my tears. i even sounded pitiful.
"say it with you chest." mom pursed her lips, "you really have to mean it nyasia."
i rubbed my nose that was probably beat fucking red now from all the crying i've done. i was a strong black woman.
i was a strong independent successful woman way before jack came along. i cant be by myself again with little to no problem.
i had money, looks, personality, all i needed was the confidence i once had. i could do this easy.
if i didn't think about him he wouldn't exist.
"i am a strong black woman." i chanted. i was a strong black woman, and i couldn't believe i was so down bad over a white man.
