Black is Not a Monolith Elizia Artis

Black is Not a Monolith

Elizia Artis

Hi! It’s me! Just a teeny voice from the Black monolith! Since you’ll never really see me - I am part of a monolith after all - let me introduce myself. My voice. My favorite time of the day. My political journey. Cool? Cool.

The voice started in Massachusetts Hearing final remnants of a Texas twang twist from my tired father Sitting in awe - watching my mom imitate Walter Cronkite But we moved to California so please don’t forget that That my voice is vocal fry, deadpanned, maybe a joke (but I don’t think so) Surely I grabbed some Seattle, hopefully I grabbed no Lansing, and probably I grabbed some Flint Chicago? Bet...ter not embarrass myself with that yet. And my voice is where my story starts

So the voice says, ‘oh thank god it’s 11 AM’ Just because it can I am not actually sure what my favorite time of day is I love sleep because I’m sleepy I love dinner because I love dining Work is super uncool but who’s asking Let’s just say my favorite time of day Is stereotypical American lunchtime

Those days With their great lunch breaks Some mornings reading the paper on my phone

Many Many Many Hours that I definitely billed to said ‘uncool but who’s asking’ job Help me forge a path I started to see the world from a bird’s eye From a place of anger Disgust Wonder Lust

So, surprise! You’re actually going to have to listen to me for quite a while. Because those days forged a path. And I’m on it and I have noooooooo idea where it’s going. But a gentleman never interrupts a lady’s introduction, right? My political journey is here, it’s now, it’s me demanding your attention and then using all the cons about charisma that I’ve learned throughout these years to KEEP your attention.