John Lennon (via elige)
Lesson I’m learning in the deepest of depth
And to do so is belittling. FOH trying to tell me who I am. I dictate who I am and what I’ll do. I’m not the poster child for everything black.
I know who I am. What I stand for. I surely know what my responsibilities are. I refuse to see myself as a race, and/or skin color. I am representing me!!
Now do I represent black women as a whole proudly? Yes. Will others agree with my form of representation? I could give less fucks about.
I am one individual young black woman. Do I think about the future of my black community? Yes. Do I act as if I know I’m black? Hell the fuck yes. I couldn’t, wouldn’t and shouldn’t forget it.
I’m tired of people acting as if there is one way to represent. I’m doing me! First and foremost, I’m doing ME! Whether or not that upsets anyone else, again less fucks could be given.
Whether or not my work to influence and uplift the black community is seen or higlighted…less fucks could be given because I’m doing me. I have a bigger vision than small minds could grasp.
Is my sole mission just for the black community? Fuck no. I come from a bigger place than that. I know my place does not consist in a box or anywhere society wants to place me. I have no limits.
I think that is what scares everyone around me. I’m not apologizing for that. I’ve done what society has asked of me for too long. I’m doing what feels right to ME.
It calms my soul and soothes all my aches,
internal and external.
The POWER of music.