Loving My Wife
Loving my wife has come out of necessity, the desire to get something right. To succeed at relating to another human being in the most intimate way when you have never seen healthy relationships. When witnessing abusive love coupled with complacent love not to mention toxic love throughout your life you live in a perpetual space of survival. Working to beat the odds for fear of letting down an entire generation. It’s complicated!
As a queer woman of color, our love sometimes suffers at the hands of over religious parents, unresolved trauma + uninformed heteronormative counterparts that refuse to allow our love to be valid. I love my wife for so many people who hide due to shame or obligation to broken family members. Understanding that love is curative + we need more people willing to share their truth of how to make black love work in all the many variations.
I pray that years from now that people will share their pain not to divulge but rather to shed light on the land mines we must conquer to heal adequately. I pray that we will share our frustrations so that we may learn to hold space + teach each other how to endure. I pray that we share our happiness through a lens that is authentic fully understanding that we are responsible for everyone who bears witness to our love.