It’s the middle of February, the 14th to be exact, and I feel so….loving. (I know, cliche). But really, I love myself so much today ( and that may be even more cliche considering I am physically, but not quite legally, single on Valentine’s Day).But this isn’t about that day.
It’s Black History Month, but I’m black everyday. It’s love day, but I’m loved everyday, so I digress….today I feel DANGEROUS.
No, today I realized I AM dangerous. And why the emphasis on am? Because in the midst of my bitter divorce, I was told by one of my ex In laws that I was a dangerous woman. I’ve pondered about that statement for a while. Surely I’m not dangerous. How could I be standing at 4 feet 11 inches tall? However, just today, in this moment, I realized I am a dangerous woman. (***cues Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman)
My existence poses a threat to any form of male chauvinism, sexism, racism, or classism that anyone I come in contact with may possess. And I want to be sure to not say that with any form of boastfulness, but it is true. With the power of God working through me, I’ve managed to overcome many obstacles and stereotypes placed in front of me and on my life.
I also see why my husband failed in our marriage (a careful, intentional choice of words there). My husband is a narcissistic wife beater. And every single time I challenged his stance on something, I was met with verbal, mental, and sometimes physical abuse. When you confront those types of people, you are a threat to the fictitious world they’ve created for themselves. And after all the abuse I was subjected to, I am now the dangerous woman?
Well okay, thank you
So through my recovery, restoration, and healing, I discovered just how threatening I was. I now feel obligated to challenge any man or person who attempts to oppress me. If you see a situation is not right, you MUST change it.
I’m quite dangerous.