Alienesque

Not being “black enough” bothered me in the past. The insulting undertones wrapped in compliments packed with ignorance, bothered me. Sitting in my cubicle hearing white men comfortable enough to tell black jokes, bothered me. Being told “When I look at you, I see a gorgeous girl. I don’t know how anyone looks at you and sees BLACK” bothered me. Because I was sickened with understanding the sentiment & seeing that to others, black, was synonymous with “bad” “less than” “inferior” “not good enough”.

After another conversation about how I can’t possibly be all black followed by listening to Jouelzys commentary, I realized something. While I very well may not be “all black”, don’t try to police how I, as a black person, self identify. When I say I’m black, I’m black. #ThatsIt #MyMammaSaidYouCallinHerA***

I’m now okay with all the questions centered around “what are you”. I know it’s not automatically a negative statement and I am not offended. I embrace that I’m a bit alienesque 👽 and maybe look a little different. The questions are actually getting more interesting as I get older. I hear about people’s travels because of where they think I am from. So that’s fun. If the conversation is respectful, cool. Ask away. I encourage dialogue. I think it is key in our growth.