Today at a work meeting, this older black lady got on my last nerve I almost scratched her eyes out, cursed her, gone totally hood. But I didn't.
She jumped into a conversation that was none of her business and made remarks that she had no business making. As I called her out, she got even more defensive, that was when the other Anita almost showed up. I had to find the simmer button.
What pains me about this is this: this is a fellow black woman. A Sista. Why do we sistas hate each other? Why don't we support each other? Why we always gotta hate on one another? What's that about? I didn't steal your weave or your man, why you gotta hate on me like that? Hating on me is the exact thing that gives us black women a bad name. Because we can never stick together. We can never hold each other up, be there for one another. And then when the altercation starts we boast about our stats to call the other Sista out.
"I've been living in America longer than you."
"I've been working this and that before you."
"I've been doing that and that and Running companies longer than you."
That is not the issue. Undisputed. The issue is - you need to shut the fuck up if you have nothing positive to say. How about that? Shut up specifically because there's a Sista involved, and all what you're saying is not spreading positive energy it's just serving to denigrate...and one should not do that to a fellow Sista. The issue is we are not here to measure stats. That's not what this is about. We are here to be. So let me be. And you can be also. But don't let us be hating on each other as we both be...that's just stupid...and shallow. And incredibly annoying.
We know better. Let's do better.
- Signed a (former) Angry Black Woman.
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That's it. That's all.
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