You want me to feel bad for being me. You want me to feel bad that I grew up in a two-parent household. You can’t understand how I had a great relationship with my Daddy. You want me to feel bad that I didn’t “want” for anything. You’re mad because I grew up in a house. I’m suppose to feel bad for finding My soul mate. You hate that I’m happy in my marriage. I’m judged for waiting to have a baby. You want to see me fail as a mother. You are mad that I have wonderful friends that are family. Some of family don’t even want to be my family. I won’t apologize.
I’m suppose to apologize for wanting more. You want me to feel bad because I have a master’s degree and I DO YEARN for MORE. You want me to feel bad because I’m Proud to be a Black Woman. I’m Happy with cocoa cocoa complexion, I’m happy for my thick kinky hair, I’m happy for my curves, my mental awareness and I won’t apologize.
I will NOT apologize for my blessings.
Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.