This is how I felt after my beautiful daughter and I came home from WalMart she was totally oblivious to how people were treating her because of her thick afro pulled back by a headband. I was amazed at how people were looking, and treating us...black and white. You know this is Las Vegas, the land of no culture. So I had to write this poem...
We were in Walmart....she was all smiles because she loved mommy's wide rimmed electric blue shades that took up her whole face. She beamed with pride because she loved the way mommy did her hair this morning.
I placed her carefully into the seat in the basket and we took off like speed demons....
Selecting this, and that.
"Please mommy? I really want the twinkies"
I placed them in the basket because she wasn't the only one who really wanted the twinkies.
We laughed, alot.
Then it started....
The looks, mostly at the top of her head.
The smiles, mostly sympathetic smiles.
I in turn gave them looks of, "We don't need your damn sympathy thank you."
The more they stared...
The more I lauded her with compliments, coos, and cuddles.
She began smiling again, giggling, happy as can be.
She unaware of the jeers, the snickers...the open wonderment.
I on the other hand did all of the eye rolling, up-and-down looking for her.
I patted the top of it; made sure it was in tact.
When all of the interracial couples looked at her and at me, with bewilderment; then thankfully at their little girls straight, curly cues....they pitied me.
But I them.
I pittied the black men that looked at me as if I had committed some kind of sin, or unexcusable act.
All because we are natural. In a place where natural is not natural.
In a place that you immediately fix what is supposedly wrong, and it starts with the hair.
All because I refuse to cover up, slather, smooth out, or relax the constant reminder of their heritage. Their own mother, sister, aunties with hair just like ours.
Unapologetic we walked with integrity, and grace.
We whisked down ailes with a sense of entitlement.
Beaming with self-esteem, and African pride.
Because we make no apologies for being who we are..
I, a Queen
She, a Princess...
on her way, to Queendom.
Now were both smiling...
and we will remain doing so.
In Walmart, and in life.
Stay Blessed & Happy Locing!