Your struggle is not my struggle when your skin color gives you the right to life.
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!
Author Bio:
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.
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!
Author Bio:
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.
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