“There’s levels to this s#!t.”-Meek Mill
When people see me, they see my physical difference first. Then, they see my skin color. Then my gender. Then hopefully my humanity.
In the book I’m reading, Sister Citizen, there’s a quote that says,
“If Black women were free, it would mean that everyone else would have had to be free since our freedom would necessitate the destruction of all the systems of oppression.”
So basically, once Black women are free from oppression, it would mean that all other groups of people would have had to have been freed first. To say that that quote resonated within my soul would be an understatement. Being a Black woman is an incredibly complicated, rewarding, and emotionally taxing responsibility. However, being a woman of Color facing a physical difference adds an entire layer of complexity to the battle I am fighting.
Not only do I have to face the real life sociocultural issues of the world as a woman and Person of Color, but I also have to learn to constantly embrace the real life limitations of my body as a Person facing a Physical Challenge. I have to make peace with the times that my body reminds me of the extent its true capabilities.
Every day my life is new, exciting, fun, and complicated. Not always sad, but sometimes. Sometimes lonely, but never really alone. Processing the layers of my identity is difficult. It’s deep.