And of course I am afraid, because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-evaluation, and that always seems fraught with danger. -- Audre Lorde
About
I’m a college student still depending on my parents for finances, and hoping
that this sociology degree can open the doors to my dreams that include, but are
not limited to, a youth center/daycare/group home, husband, children, & annual
vacations to Italy. I know nothing for sure except that I know nothing at all (I
learned that freshman year).
I also know that I’m not average, but I’m okay with that. I’m almost certain
that I was born in the wrong time period, but I won’t question His will. I
usually wear my afro with an ostentatious bow and infectious smile, but do enjoy
whipping my pressed curls when the mood strikes. I have a love/hate relationship
with acrylic nails, but they are my latest aid in an attempt to finally stop
biting my nails. I’d rather be barefoot on a beach or in the yard with a glass
of lemonade than anywhere else in the world.
Sometimes, I believe that a 45-55 year old
woman lives inside of me & battles the 20 year old almost daily, especially in
matters of bedtime.
I love no possession more than my great-grandmother’s spoon
ring. I write in spiral bound journals with pages no less than 8x10 inches with
black G2 gel pens, and by the grace of the Almighty God, I’m Southern.
Raven. Ravey. ravey babey. Rae. All me. And this is my story.
Thanks again, yall.
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