#TiredofJusticeFor Hashtags

Dear Community,

Unapologetically, we serve as the elevator of mindful conversation and a safe space for persevering women. Dedicated to women’s excellence, abundance and authentic journeys to peace and fulfillment, Strut in HER Shoes is the evolving celebration and reminder of all that she may be on her own and all that we are collectively: Women who “Keep Struttin.”⁠

While, Strut in HER Shoes prides itself on being inclusive in celebrating the story, journey and thoughts of all women. We are undeniably black. Black + Tired.

Actually, tired is an understatement.

I’m tired of Justice For Hashtags. Tired of watching the news and seeing a cop has taken, yet, another black life. Tired of seeing these murderers live free while we have brothers, sisters, and cousin rot in prison for non violent acts.

All I can do is ask, “Why?”

Why does the color of our skin intimidate them so much, where the only option is the take our lives? Why isn’t seen as murder? Why are they trained to use “force” with black lives? Does our life not matter?

I’m starting to think this is what “they” want us to think.

Then, I was reminded of a poem. One I learned back in my elementary school days. While, we’re living in unprecedented times and we’re devalued because of our skin color, I wanted to share what’s keeping me lifted during these times.

Lord, Lord,
Why did You make me Black?
Why did You make me someone
The world wants to hold back?

Black is the color of dirty clothes;
The color of grimy hands and feet.
Black is the color of darkness;
The color of tire-beaten streets.

Why did you give me thick lips,
A broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did You make me someone
Who receives the hatred stare?

Black is the color of a bruised eye
When somebody gets hurt.
Black is the color of darkness.
Black is the color of dirt.
How come my bone structure's so thick;
my hips and cheeks are high?
How come my eyes are brown
and not the color of the daylight sky?

Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do some people see my skin and think I should be abused?

Lord, I just don't understand;
What is it about my skin?
Why do some people want to hate me
And not know the person within?

Black is what people are "listed",
When others want to keep them away.
Black is the color of shadows cast.
Black is the end of the day.

Lord, You know, my own people mistreat me;
And I know this just isn't right.
They don't like my hair or the way I look
They say I'm too dark or too light.

Lord, Don't You think it's time
For You to make a change?
Why don't You re-do creation
And make everyone the same?

(God answered)

Why did I make you black?
Why did I make you black?

Get off your knees and look around.
Tell Me, what do you see?
I didn't make you in the image of darkness.
I made you in the Likeness of ME!

I made you the color of coal
From which beautiful diamonds are formed.
I made you the color of oil,
The black-gold that keeps people warm.

I made you from the rich, dark earth
That can grow the food you need.
Your color's the same as the panther's
Known for (HER) beauty and speed.

Your color's the same as the Black stallion,
A majestic animal is he.
I didn't make you in the Image of darkness
I made you in the Likeness of Me!

All the colors of a Heavenly Rainbow
Can be found throughout every nation;
And when all those colors were blended well,

Your hair is the texture of lamb's wool
Such a humble, little creature is he.
I am the Shepherd who watches them.
I am the One who will watch over thee.

You are the color of midnight-sky,
I put the stars' glitter in your eyes.
There's a smile hidden behind your pain
That's the reason your cheeks are high.

You are the color of dark clouds formed
when I send My strongest weather.
I made your lips full so when you kiss
the one you love they will remember.

Your stature is strong; your bone structure, thick
to withstand the burdens of time.
The reflection you see in the mirror...
The Image looking back at you is MINE!

-by RuNett Nia Ebo  

I, truly, hope this lifts your spirits some. #BlackLivesMatter


  • Erikka Yvonne
  • Founder of Strut in HER Shoes

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