✨ Karen Tried It. Again. 🙄
🌻 Before you dive into this post, do me one quick favor—
Click the podcast link right up there and let it play for at least a minute while you read. It helps boost the downloads and tells the algorithm what we already know: Black women’s voices matter. ✨
Now, let’s get into it...
Y’all, I barely had time to recover from one of the most fun Mother’s Day weekends I’ve had in a long time (Seeing LL Cool J live at the Venue at the Thunder Valley Casino) before someone brought on the micro-aggressive bullshit!
The good news is that I’ve finally gone clear on something: Their trigger is none other is our fullness and excellence. 🤦🏽♀️ Ain’t that about a bitch?
When Black Women of the 92% show up happy, confident, assertive, sunlit, moisturized, generous, well-read, self-employed, or spiritually fortified, someone will come along and fling a micro-aggression at us.
And by they, I mean the ones who speak in “compliments” that land like gut punches. The ones whose tone shifts when Black Women speak clearly and forthrightly. The ones who call it “professionalism” when they just want us to act and feel smaller so they can get back to being centered. The ones who play innocent while practicing the spiritual energetic and spiritual warfare tactic known as the micro-aggression.
This week, it happened again. A microaggression thrown like a dart wrapped in performative confusion and seemingly innocuous question asking.
But this time—I saw it. And in response, I took a deep breath and I spoke the truth, clearly, out loud and with a dazzling smile. And let me tell you something, my freedom to speak loudly, with confidence (because I knew I was justified and just plain right): On the way home, I felt so light. I felt clear. And the micro-aggressor damn near ran away the second I stood up and grabbed my purse. 😏
Here’s the thing though—
I work for myself.
I can speak freely.
I can walk away.
And I know not every Black woman is in that position. Not yet.
So I made this week’s episode of The 92 Percent as a kind of soft armor.
🧠 A lesson.
🖤 A hand hold.
🔥 A primer in protection.
Not just for us, but for our daughters. For the women we mentor. For the next Black Woman, they try it on.
✨ Enjoy the episode, y’all.
Believe it or not, you’ll laugh. Even when the topic is heavy, we find our light. Always have.
And if it stirred something in you, I’d love to hear from you:
What’s a microaggression you’ve experienced?
What did you say in the moment—or what do you wish you could’ve said?
Drop it in the comments, send me a note, or share it with another Black Woman who needs to know they’re not alone. Because naming it? That’s how we heal. That’s how we protect each other. That’s how we win.
XO, Halicue
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