Angry black woman.

(Bianca Xunise) This is history, a story, a tale we should tell our children; it's time we stop hiding like we are some horrible scar and embrace our history because it is a story as old as time. My self-defence was seen as aggression and treated as transgressions. I was raised not to retaliate, not to speak back because my skin colour did the talking, and what it had to say wasn't pleasant. What was Rachel wearing they asked? Where was she? Why was she out so late? She probably even liked it, they said. She had been judged and prosecuted for the sins of others and her story washed away like so many others. “Do it for the kids, they said”, “Stoop to conquer, they exclaimed”. As she slept in bed with her oppressor. Her scars faded without healing and her story washed away. Every action taken in our lives is a gift to someone else. We are told self love is important, but we aren't meant to love ourselves too much. No that's not for us. As a black woman lovin...