Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

Abstract

<div>
          <div>
            <img class="ratio" src="http://placehold.it/16x9">
            <iframe class="" src="https://cdn.embedly.com/widgets/media.html?src=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fembed%2FegoGO5c-isE%3Ffeature%3Doembed&amp;display_name=YouTube&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DegoGO5c-isE&amp;image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.ytimg.com%2Fvi%2FegoGO5c-isE%2Fhqdefault.jpg&amp;key=a19fcc184b9711e1b4764040d3dc5c07&amp;type=text%2Fhtml&amp;schema=youtube" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="854">
          </div>
        </div>
    </figure></iframe></div></div></figure><p id="61fb">Even on Valentine’s Day, black women aren’t allowed to show much emotion. You can show “delight” at the box of chocolates and roses, but don’t get too excited their mama. Don’t start thinking thoughts of “marriage” and “forever”, because these kinds of thoughts don’t belong to a woman like you. The cursed.</p><p id="783a">But to hell with all that, if I let myself go one day a year, it will be on Valentine’s Day. But I have to put on my costume, my disguise. Because black women can’t be emotional as black women, but as <i>“punky-emo-black-chick</i>” we can sneak maybe a few hours of feeling our own feelings before it’s back to brave face struggle…</p><figure id="c581"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/0*yE5Z4Ew

Options

S8TM0xaK-"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@jakaylatoney?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Jakayla Toney</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>This article was part of my 150 short form story challenge and I failed miserably. Oh well, better luck tomorrow.Thanks for reading! Be sure to <a href="https://cokefrancis.medium.com/subscribe">subscribe</a> for alerts when I post new articles!Become part of our community! It’s fun, friendly, and it PAYS!<figure id="ad31"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*_dM2VB-zsHhpYrzpx3hhSw.gif"><figcaption>Your membership fee directly supports Coke Francis and other writers you read. You’ll also get full access to every story on Medium.</figcaption></figure>Hey, if you appreciate my work, <a href="https://ko-fi.com/cokefrancis">how about leaving me a TIP</a>? It will go to buying me COFFEE and paying bills…mostly the bills though…<a href="https://medium.com/@cokefrancis">Coke Francis</a> created the banners/animations from images purchased from <a href="https://www.dreamstime.com/#res1253418">Dreamstime.com</a>. ←This is a referral link. Click on it and I get a percentage of every sale!</article></body>

I Turn Emo Every Valentine's Day

And it’s fun! If by fun you mean Manic Depressive

The ironic thing about being a “Black” woman is that we are not allowed to show much emotion, even though Black is the color of being emotional.

I hear people talking about how emotional women are and how lucky women are that they are allowed to cry, and I’m like…”Where? Where is that at that women are allowed to cry, be sad, and express emotion?” And then I remember…oh, they mean white women.

If black women ever expressed sadness or loneliness, or any emotion other than ANGER the black women hating people (some black men, some white people, and even some other black women) would descend on us like a pack of vultures to rip us apart. And then they wonder why black women are always angry. It’s the safest emotion for us to have.

Why? Because we exist, I don’t know. Black women can literally be minding their own business, and then some nutcase will take the long trip out of hell just to call black women bald headed…chile, it’s that serious….

Even on Valentine’s Day, black women aren’t allowed to show much emotion. You can show “delight” at the box of chocolates and roses, but don’t get too excited their mama. Don’t start thinking thoughts of “marriage” and “forever”, because these kinds of thoughts don’t belong to a woman like you. The cursed.

But to hell with all that, if I let myself go one day a year, it will be on Valentine’s Day. But I have to put on my costume, my disguise. Because black women can’t be emotional as black women, but as “punky-emo-black-chick” we can sneak maybe a few hours of feeling our own feelings before it’s back to brave face struggle…

This article was part of my 150 short form story challenge and I failed miserably. Oh well, better luck tomorrow.

Thanks for reading! Be sure to subscribe for alerts when I post new articles!

Become part of our community! It’s fun, friendly, and it PAYS!

Your membership fee directly supports Coke Francis and other writers you read. You’ll also get full access to every story on Medium.

Hey, if you appreciate my work, how about leaving me a TIP? It will go to buying me COFFEE and paying bills…mostly the bills though…

Coke Francis created the banners/animations from images purchased from Dreamstime.com. ←This is a referral link. Click on it and I get a percentage of every sale!