Men can grope me, make lewd comments about me, rape me, harass me in the workplace – and I am accused of waiting too long to report it, or over-reacting, or lying, or even worse – wanting it.
Men can hit me, maim me, even kill me – because I choose not to accept their advances, because I am married to them, simply because I exist – and the rest of the world looks the other way.
I stand up for the black men in my community, vote, hold down two jobs, raise kids, get educated and try to better myself – and am told that I am uppity, that I emasculate black men, that I don’t appreciate them, that I’m angry, that I’m too educated, that I’m bitchy, that I’m bougie, that I’m a gold digger, that I’m a ho – that it’s all my fault.
This week the denomination that I grew up in reiterated, as they have been doing for the past 10 years, that women absolutely cannot be pastors because God said so, and that anyone who decides to go ahead and allow women to be pastors in the denomination is demonic, satanic and going against God’s will.
I am a woman. And I am so tired.
But I will get up in the morning and I will carry on because…
I. Am. A. Woman.
And that is what we do.