everyday i wake up, it's positive. 1. because i made it to another day and 2. because i know who woke me up. i wake up like any other american. shower. brush my teeth. get dressed. i take my dog out as the amber hues of the sun creep over the hilly land of texas. on monday through friday, i go to work in typical corporate america. i leave my home. grab a cup of joe. like any other american. listen to talk radio. sit in traffic. like any other american.

but before i even get to work i'm reminded i'm black. not white. different. having to work ten times as hard as the next person. unlike any other american. i get to work where not one person lets me forget this and, in addition, these people remind me i'm young and i'm female. not blatantly. it's subtle. disrespecting me. refusing to hear my opinions, suggestions. delegating simple elementary tasks to me. not looking at me, but beyond me.

what a life, eh? sounds kind of depressing. it could be if i let it get to me. sure, it angers me on my less-patient days. frustrates me on my difficult days. and saddens me on my weak days. but i refuse to let it get me down. i will not be a victim of uncontrollables.

i will be a survivor.

i am a young, black female.

i have the support of my loved ones and my faith.

this gives me hope. and hope is a good thing.


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