I am a strong independent black woman,
but how strong am I?
You’re suppose to be the strong one, they tell me
but how can I be strong for everyone else if I can’t even be strong for myself?
Don’t you dare let them see you cry, they’ll think you’re weak
So I discreetly wipe the silent tear before they are seen
You’re suppose to be strong remember?
you have to be the person who never shows to much emotion
but just enough
I can’t even really recall when I put on this mask
I just know that once I put in on it was impossible to take off
In a way I don’t know if I ever want to take off this mask
The thoughts of possibly getting treated the way the weak do
is the fear that I will always carry with me
It’s like the baggage that will always follow you
no matter where you go, they will remember
they will remember you’re the strong one
you’re the one everyone is scared of
So here I am again wearing the my mask
One day I’ll be free.
Free of my mask
I just hope I’ll be ready