REDEFINING: THE SINGLE MOM
They have mistaken us to be angry, bitter, black women. They say it as if they are unaware of the damage. They say it loosely without a thought to how they might have played a role in it. Our past. We as mothers wore the faces of someone who was unhappy. We wore darkness as if it was a brand of clothing. We wanted to retaliate, to seek revenge, we walked through the fire, we took the stares of people who didn’t know the whole story. We were ashamed, baffled at why it seem to be a option for them yet was never an option for us. We went through it. We build strong arms while carrying groceries up flights of stairs. Our legs got stronger as we walked clothes to laundry mats, we got wiser, we built up enough strength to forgive. We exercised the word and our actions became DEGREES, OWNERS OF HOMES, AUTHORS, CEO’s & BUSINESS OWNERS. We laugh at the lies told trying to prove their innocence and we sat back silently praying for you...
“God forgive them for they know not what they do. Oh and if they do God give them grace too.”
We are unbound.
“They saw that the fire has not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed, their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them.”