I Know This Girl

I know this girl. She can be so intensely lazy. So combative. So negative. She’s always the first one to to end a dream and the last one to follow through. I’m sick of her. She’s gotta go. She’s holding me back.

Because I Can: A Happy Black Woman’s Gratitude

Today I am grateful for my job. A place that looks like America. A female dominated, multiracial, multi-ethnic gay/straight paradise of liberal, ferociously intelligent, wine drinking dog lovers.

If it looked like your corporate job, I’d probably be on salary making a lot more money. It would be my payment for feeling unsafe and being made to feel unsafe. It wouldn’t be enough. I wouldn’t be safe. I would have to celebrate my victory silently, secretly fist bumping my black peers and hugging my female peers and smiling at my Latino peers and kissing my gay peers…the faces that make up America, the faces that voted for Obama.

Traditional America ended last night when this country reelected him again. The country the old and angry have always feared, made their voices heard through joyous song and merry cheer.

And though fear of wrath is warranted, I’m celebrating loudly, cause that’s what excited Black girls do. Because I can. Because I’m celebrating for my fellow Americans who cannot do the victory dances through the weave of cubicles. Who live in places where hostility is ever present and the n-word is used by all. And women who told their husbands they voted Romney but selected Obama. And even George Bush who “accidentally” voted for him but secretly loves his swag. And my mom who is disabled but still gets to have a means to financially support herself. And my granny who never saw Obama come into fruition and my grandfather who has seen it twice.

I’m dancing in and out and around my body. Cause that’s what Black girls do. Because I’m happy, not angry. Because I am safe. Safe and free.

Mercies.

p.s. i love you.

l.a. makes me nervous but you do have to get up and try new things. gangnam style. 😘