When you are the rock, the steadily balanced, the stable, the capable, the grounded, the wise..
The connecting force of the earth and its inhabitants..
The foundation on which the earth was formed..
You are counted on without question..
There is no person thinking wondering if the rock is ok or if it will make it..
There is no one asking what can be done to make a rocks life better..
There is no one wiping your tears..
No one noticing you cry..
When you are the rock they deem you unbreakable..
And when you shift or a piece chips away no one notices as long as you don’t let anything fall..
The rock is the strongest yet so fragile. Gently worn and shaped by the environment around it.. Thrown… skipped… and overlooked…
I am a rock..
We are the Rocks.
Brown and Black Women.
The rocks of the world.
Holding everyone together while we slowly wear away..
It is time for us to acknowledge Our Power.. Our connection.. Our Strength and Our abilities..
No one is coming to save us.
We are the rocks.
We are the saviors.