I am not an angry black woman,

but I do get mad.

I get mad at injustice, division,

racism, and lies.

I am not an angry black woman,

but I get hurt.

Hurt by words, hurt feelings, disappointments.

I am human, aren’t I allowed to be?

I hate being called an angry black woman,

being grouped in a pile and critiqued by circumstance.

We are not just angry black women!

We are wonderfully made.

So are you.

We are the awesome hue of earth.

We are so much more than what we are known for.

If we don’t submit to nonsense I won’t apologize for that.

We have had enough.

That doesn’t make us mad that makes us survivors of the struggle.

If you can’t understand that then I feel sorry for you, because you walk around this earth blind.

You should be angry too.

But even still I don’t like that label because that implies that’s all we do.

Sit around angry ….

I am a woman full of love.

Learning to love myself everyday…

Learning to bask in the light of my life.

Positivity leads me down my path.

I get smothered by what people think of me because of the color of my skin.

Where do I begin with the unfairness of that?

Yet you look at me and assume I’m bitter and I smile, and you get confused.

Because I’m an unexpected exception to the rule.

If I’m angry it’s at world conditions.

If I’m angry it’s because my child cannot go to school without fear.

If I’m angry it is because of dissension.

Sometimes you just need to sit down and listen.

We should all be mad enough to change.

Mad enough to decide to show love instead of hate.

Mad at the right things,

racism, classism, sexism, violence, hate.

I am not an angry black woman

but right now you should be angry too.