It's about to get real, y'all.
There is an organization on campus that is basically geared toward empowering black women. I was invited to two nights of speakers, and have immensely enjoyed both events. I have a page filled with notes consisting of inspiring words, as well as advice.
Here's the thing.
I am not a black woman. Obviously I have my own struggle--we all do, but I do not know the struggle of a black woman. I am blessed to be in a relationship with an amazing black man--who does not know the struggle of a black woman.
I have absolutely no frame of reference. When the speaker would say things like There is nothing better than to be a black woman, I felt myself looking down at my feet. I don't feel as if I have the right to throw out an Amen or anything as such. I am not a black woman.
While I have the utmost respect for the sensational women who spoke to the organization, and those who are part of the organization, I have a difficult time relating to phrases like women of color.
I'm beige--what does that mean?
I was raised to see no color. I don't know if I have told you before, but I'm a military brat. I've been exposed to every kind of color that people come in. I often forget that Boyfriend is a different color than me, and has a different history than I do.
Boyfriend is a leader around campus--he's involved in many organizations and employed by the school. Some believe that a black woman should be by his side--that a white woman is inadequate. I believe that NO woman could possibly love him and care for him as much as I do.
I thought I would feel better after writing this, but I don't. If any of you have any insight or anything that could help me (if you could even follow my thought process), as always, feel free to comment.
piece and love,