Colorful Women Series - Thoughts and Stories

I love writing and this is a combination of my writings and drawings.

SHE’S ALWAYS RIGHT

Which skirt should I wear? Red. Black. Flower pattern? This one still has the tag on it. It’s beautiful, but too revealing. I’ll wear the black one with a yellow blouse. No…I will look too much like a bumble bee. Black blouse and black skirt will match. No…this isn’t a funeral. I REALLY DON’T KNOW. Let me call her and see what she thinks.

Ring…ring.

Hey. I just sent you a photo of the skirt and blouse. Just open the message. Click it to make it bigger. What you think? I know it is not a funeral. Can I pull it off with yellow accessories? Red skirt? That was my second choice. With a purple jacket?!!? I will look like a complete clown. I rather look like I am going to a funeral. I don’t want…huh? Okay – red skirt, black blouse and purple jacket (sigh) I will try it. Bye Ma.

(15 minutes later)

She was right. She is always right.

SHE’S BETTER FOR YOU

Hmmm, I hoped that you pick me, but I took a look at her. She is beautiful. She is a go getter. She is smart, focused and driven. I put her photo next to yours and even I had to admit you look good together. I am on Facebook and I see that you like her status, over and over and over again. I do too. She is amazing and I cannot help but compare. I am amazing too, but I am not good at telling my narrative. Not enough photos, events, posts or successes to brag about. I sit every day in my meditation chair and your face always comes between the gaps of nothing. I think…one day, when time is right, we will cross paths and share paths – but fear that may never happen with such beauties, like her around. No, I am not jealous. I was disillusioned to think that I had a chance. My beauty only peaks outside of my bodily shell every once in a while. It can go unnoticed and it has. No, I am not jealous. I am sad. My relationship with you is just as real as the one I have created with you and her but if I was God and I had to use my magical powers to connect people in human bliss. I would pick her for you.

I KNOW YOU WANT TO TOUCH IT

You want to touch my hair. I get it. It’s different. Tightly curled, strong, springy and spongy. Soft and scratchy. It may seem a little wild. It shoots up in the air, connecting with the world around it, taking in the power of the universe. You want to touch it. Become one with it if only for a moment. It is exotic and beautiful. It’s rawness brings you in. Let me tell you how it makes ME feel. Confident in a world that makes me question myself every day. Real. Uniquely beautiful. Rooted in my skin and in my heritage. It makes me spiritual and free. Do you think its beautiful? Weird? Sexy? Free? Some call my locks exotic – others call it nappy. You may say its beautiful – others call it un-tidy COMB YOUR HAIR? You look crazy! WHY YOU WANT TO WALK AROUND WITH NAPPY HAIR? That is UNPROFESSIONAL. You look ghetto, street, urban, HOOD. Why does this world question and deny me beauty and freedom? POWER. It fears the power of my tresses and miss-understands them. I learn not to care and stand confident in my natural beauty. BUT You. I know you want to touch my hair. and one day, I will grant you the privilege.