When your white son or daughter steps outside the door, white privilege protects them.
When my black son or daughter steps outside the door their color kills them.
A black mother struggles daily to keep her generation alive from the harms of unnecessary demise.
Why does a colored individual have to face reality in a disheveled state due to the narcissistic pattern and way of living from individuals that know no other way?
Should a black person struggle because of the color of their skin, to justify that life is worth living?
Why is there a need to give instructions on how to survive while being black?
Being a black mother is a joyous occasion but when it is stolen in racism it is turned into violence, sadness, and pain.
I am a black mother who knows how to love, teach, stand against injustice against my character.
I am a black mother who will protect her children at all cost!
I am a black mother who has a daily struggle of defiance against individuals that see my color as inferior; when in essence it defines the very heart of who I am.
I am a black mother with children that have a right to live and dream of a better tomorrow!
I am a black mother that struggles with a daily issue of injustice because my skin darkens under the sun!
I will be that black mother that will preserve her generations to come and stand with all who see me as a person of different color and not be threatened by it!
Lissa Jones is a mother of three wonderful children. She have been writing since she was in high school.
Lissa is a respiratory therapist by trade but writing is her passion. She is am now taking time to write more to see where it may take her.