“Help me.” From the outside, it looked like strength. Inside, it was survival. In this piece, I reflect on the hidden fatigue behind the Strong Black Woman label and what it means to stop performing resilience for the comfort of others. If you’ve ever been the one expected to hold everything together, this reflection is for you.
The Cost of Being a Black Woman Who Speaks Up
What Is It About My Anger That You Are Afraid Of? My anger lives in my throat. Not because I don’t have words — trust me, I do — but because I have learned what it costs to use them. There are things I wanted to say, things I should have said, moments where my … Continue reading The Cost of Being a Black Woman Who Speaks Up
Koya Nkrumah 