No One Mourns Superwoman

No One Mourns Superwoman is both confession and critique.. A meditation on illness, inheritance, and the cost of being “the strong one.” Drawing from my personal experience with lupus and inspired by Bell Hooks’ Ain’t I a Woman, the work explores how the “independent Black woman” archetype functions as both armor and erasure. In this piece, strength is not heroic—it’s haunted. I’m interested in the dissonance between being praised for resilience while privately unraveling. What does it mean to be visible but not seen? Held up but not held? This is where performance ends—and mourning begins.