In many ways across many platforms and in social media, we hear so much about the strong Black woman. The conversations range from (men and women) putting the strong Black woman on a pedestal to declaring the strong Black woman trope as a silent killer of Black women. But the latter conversation is fairly new and not given nearly the attention it deserves. For years, Black women have prided ourselves on being “strong” and able to endure and come out of the worst of situations still breathing. Likewise, our men have expected this, even now demanding this of us, as though entitled to our ability to withstand mental and physical duress unnecessarily. Sort of like an initiation into the pickme squad.
Recently, a friend posed this question to Facebook: Fellas, what is the allure of the STRONG Black woman? Continue reading I Am Not Your Strong Black Woman