I’m fighting against the stereotypes of being
a Black woman.
a single mother. a co-parent.
a plus sized woman or
“not that big” woman.
a leader questioning mainstream ideals.
a follower that wants to feel loved.
a young woman with Daddy issues.
a woman with the “Mad Black Woman” syndrome.
I’m suffocating & grasping at freedom. I’m dying to break free or maybe I’m simply dying.