She’s so…angry, aggressive, pushy … Does my haughtiness offend you?

My Sister, Dr. Sandra Montes posted: “There’s this little meme going around telling women something like if you’re aggressive keep being assertive or some crap like that. People who give us negative adjectives for our powerful character are weak.
Let’s keep being Aggressive Bossy Difficult Too much Awkward … what else women? and badasses!”

I get so very tired of being put into other people’s boxes. I am not a box filler and won’t be confined or restrained by what others think I should be.

She’s such an angry black woman. Did you ever think that may just be passion?

She’s such a bitch. Did you ever think that is confidence?

She’s so loud. Did you ever think that my volume is such because you have tried to silence me or ignore me?

Or maybe the problem is that you just don’t think.

I will be assertive, strong, kind, beautiful, courageous, loving, direct, prayerful and more. I will not however be anyone’s bitch or any other derogatory name you feel powerful enough to think you can place on me. That’s part of the entire problem. We allow others to categorize us and tell us how to define ourselves.

I am a daughter of the Most High and will not be defined by what the world thinks I should be in order to make them feel more comfortable. It is not my responsibility to do anyone else’s work or to sooth your fragility because you are uncomfortable with the power that is with in me.

I am reminded to always rise by Mother Maya Angelou. To be authentically who I am because the master Potter has made me to be exactly who I am. A vessel that has been made to overflow with all that God has gifted me with and is in its giftedness perfectly imperfect. A vessel that when empty is ready to be filled to be an overflowing blessing to others. Not a vessel that can be confined or defined.

“Still I Rise”

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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  1. Bill and Linda's avatar

    Miss you, Rev. Mar! Love, Bill and Linda

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