I have always wondered if being stubborn, egotistical, and chauvinistic is solely a black man’s trait. For crying out loud, I have had to deal with men who don’t think I should talk when they are talking. Who think I should swallow what they say, even when I know it’s not accurate. Who still think in this time and dispensation, this day and age, that what they think is what holds true and what a woman says doesn’t really count for much until it’s proven right. Hello! Are all men this way? Is that right? I’m not even going to ask if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Why must I be the one to back down all the time? They are not “thin” enough to figure it out?
Of course, being perceived as intelligent also has its perk—downs! (Not that I’d trade that for anything.) Now they spend every waking moment “putting you in your place” and proving to you that you are not right. It really gets lousy because most times, consciously or not, love turns war and I’m wondering—where am I? Where did “we” go? Whatever happened to give and take? Do unto others?
Yes, there’s the suggestion that I should get dumb, or play it, as the case may be, but I don’t know how long that’ll last. Especially when you got some guy going around in self-righteous mode when all you’ve done is taken the same liberties he’s done—spoken your mind! Yes, the same methods might also have applied. Yeah! Why not? Whatever happened to the phrase “other rib”—other don’t mean lower, if my English serves.
Now don’t go telling me it’s a man’s world. It’s not. It’s a lie, handed down through generations, reinforced by men, and drummed into the heart and mind of every brainwashed woman. Please!
And if we are not so busy saying stuff don’t happen, we would be seeing them and acknowledging them, and then dealing with them.
We women own the world. Fine. At worst, we share it fifty-fifty. And our willingness to share simply shows this weak side men see, that makes them want to forget that our strengths far outweigh our weaknesses—and their strengths!
When a man falls—ill, spiritually, emotionally, mentally—we are the ones who pick them up to the glory of God, of course. And the only reason we are not picking them up physically is because that will be far too obvious for their egos to stomach.
When a woman’s heart is broken, mostly, she looks inward and upward. Taps strength from within and above. When a man’s heart is broken, he taps strength from without. Usually from another woman.
Women have allowed themselves to be intimidated, underestimated, or at best tolerated in amusement. We have endured, persevered, confronted, and dealt with stuff and still, we are waxing stronger. Who gave birth to that big man anyway? Who did God put to nurture him?
Now I marry him and I can’t talk? I can’t express myself. I can’t have equal considerations. I’m to be relegated to some sort of, hand-me-down mule structure? No thanks! I might get hurt? Sheesh!
I guess the day that women come together as one is a day men really need to be wary of. We don’t use brute force. Yes, we’ve got our will. But not only that. And what men consider our greatest weapon is actually an auxiliary. Do they even have hopes of ever figuring us out? Small wonder the ones who have foregone that conclusion can’t help but make every effort to assure themselves they are in charge. (Wink, wink.) But we all know who are in charge now, don’t we?
I need to know if all men are as pig-headed as I have seen and all that. I think their European versions are more sensitive, more intellectual than traditional, more liberated than conservative, and as tolerant of our quirks as we are of theirs. Am I right or wrong?
