By now you know I have a “black girl” name, born a true 80’s baby, the “shas” were running rapid and I seem to have gotten the short end of the stick. At least that was my past thinking. It really threw me over the top when Lil Wayne made an ode of sorts especially for girls with my name fucking prick. So now every joke thats told about a ghetto baby mama, her name is Keisha, and I cringe at the thought. Up until recently that is, I have owned my black girl name. Just as much as I’ve owned this hazel black girl skin, my full black girl lips, my thick black girl hair, the way that my hips have black girl ballooned since high school, my black girl thumper, my black girl walk, and my black girl talk.
I’m not black and indian, or black and white, or black and latino, or black and chinese. We’re all mixed with something, but I know that I am predominantly black, and I’m owning that shit.
I love red kool-aid, fried chicken, Usher and Richard Pryor. I also love Van Gogh, John Mayer, Salmon, and Dana Carvey. One can’t define MY “blackness” by my name, or the people I entertain. One can’t define MY blackness at all, because its mine, not yours. Assuming that I’m “ghetto” on just hearing my name makes you the ignorant one. Assuming that I’m arrogant because of the way that I speak off and on makes you the ignorant one.
I’m less concerned with what you think about me, I’m less concerned that you care what race I choose to date, I’m less concerned about your validity of my “realness”. I’m more concerned about your kids, and how they’re just little you’s and since I’m in charge of my daughters future, maybe schooling you will rub off on them, which would rid my daughter’s life of the fuckery that is sure to come.
So before you say “oh she is boo-zhee” which, btw is correctly spelled bourgie short for bourgeoisie
“oh my God shes hood”
Get to know the person first, some of us are able to reach a happy medium, you ought to try it sometime. Me? I’m a black girl, from 57th street, who came from a one parent home, had 3 full course meals to eat each day, had the latest air maxes, and who could read at the age of two..nothing short of spec-frickin-tacular. I also enjoy shows like The Boondocks & The Cleveland Show…and hey why not throw in the Flavor of Love because I liked that shit too.
I am (at the same time) able to reach any level of knowledge you’d like to throw at me, and if not I’m always willing to shut up and learn something new.