Okay, before I forgot… I have another random rant about Sunday.
So, this young brotha came up to me. He was like, “What country are you from?”
I was like, “Huh?”
He said, “Where are you from?”
I said, “I’m from here.”
He said, “You have that exotic look.You look like you’re from Trinidad or something you got that curly hair.”
I was like, “No I’m American.”
“Are you mixed with something?”
Mind whirling wondering if I should rattle off a catalog of my family tree. But my sense coming to me, I said, “No, I’m Black.”
He said, “Just regular Black?…Well you have that good hair.”
I said, “There’s no such thing as good hair.” And shook my head. I couldn’t school this brotha on how ridiculous that whole exchange was.
I’m sure if I told the brotha I was from the Islands that would have made me ten times finer. Oh, better yet let’s say Brazil. I bet if I started speaking Spanish and called him papi it would have upped my sexy. Hmmm, what if I said I was mixed. Would that increase my premium? Naw folks I’m claimin regular ole Negro/Black/African American. This raises the question: What does it mean to be black in America? What does a black woman look like? Last time I checked she came in all shades from porcelein white to ebony black with all hair textures and lengths, and eye color from blue to black. Why is it that anyone who falls outside of some phenotypical norm must be from somewhere else. I know it is nearly 4 am in the morning. But Black people, wake up!! And everyone else too Dammit.