Smile… It’s Never That Deep

5 Oct

There’s nothing worse than an angry Black woman. Y’know, the ones that are mad for no reason…?
I should file a complaint about this secretary in the doctor’s office. This lady is always mean to me. I have a million reasons why I think other Black women are so angry at me. Yes I take some of it personal, and yes I think it begins with my appearance. I’m pretty, I’m tiny, my head is shaved like a lesbian, and I look like my daughter’s big sister. I am sorry for that, but Miss, if you smile you could be pretty too. I am polite and educated… sorry for that too. Sorry that because I look 21 with half my head shaved you’re expecting some ignorant malarkey to come out of my mouth and you got the complete opposite. But if you read a book or two, you could be smart too. And talking to me like I’m stupid, does not make you appear as smart as I am. It makes you look bitter. 
Women like that secretary, are part of the race conflicts in this world. Stop being the angry Black woman. Not because it’s a negative stereotype, but because you are the mother of all things in the universe. It was 8:30 a.m. and you’re sitting comfortably at your desk. It’s possible you had a rough morning, but you made it to work… So you’ve been blessed with a job, and a decent one at that. Why are you so mad? 
Sorry that I managed to take pride in everything someone wanted to take from us or demean us for. I like this melanin, this hair, this body, this creativity, and this intelligence I was BORN with, and I enjoy improving and cultivating all of it. 
Don’t try to put holes in my tires or any other Black woman that you’re mad at for her body type, her long straight hair, her short kinky hair, her light skin, her Black skin that looks like a clear night sky, her height, her way of speaking, her ability to acquire a doctorate degree, her beautiful diamond ring placed on her finger by her handsome Black man, her wild rambunctious children bouncing off the walls but winning spelling bees… or any other reason you conjured to screw your face up at another Black woman. 
I didn’t ask you for any favors because we’re both Black. I smiled and said, “Hello. Good morning?” So what’s your problem? I promise you, it’s not me. 

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2 Responses to “Smile… It’s Never That Deep”

  1. Just Me December 20, 2016 at 8:48 am #

    You have no idea how much I needed to read this right now! Blessings. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. StephyLionne March 13, 2017 at 1:47 pm #

    Reblogged this on Sellsworthy and commented:
    Must read! This blog is amazing!

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