As a black woman, I'll say it's hard finding love.
We're judged on so many things, our features, clothes, style, speech and most important the colour of our skin.
Despite being judged we have proven every day that the things others find as faults are gems to us.
Small things matter like the shape of our eyes, the thickness of our lips, the texture of our hair even the shape of our body.
Love may be hard to find but as long as we love a part of our self we will survive.
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Spoken Love By A Black Woman
Short StoryLove. Love has many different meanings to many. What we call love has defined us, controlled us, broke us, mend us and killed us. Love has been a game played by manipulators. Love has been a safe space for pretenders. Love is a word we use to ex...
