As a Black Woman we often have to extend ourselves grace because others will not. It becomes our responsibility to treat ourselves with tender loving care, because so often there are no other spaces that provide that for us. Where is the soft place to land for a Black woman? Who holds us in their bosom and nurses us back to health, assuring us it will be alright? Who acknowledges that we, too are fragile and in need of being handled with care? More often than not for Black women, that answer is another Black woman. But our humanity should be universal and not up for debate.
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