I guess something is wrong with my way of thinking yet again. Folks would rather a man dressed like a woman tell a Black woman's story.
I've been an angry woman before. Hell...I was angry last night. And I'm Black. Because I'm sometimes angry AND Black it seems that I can't catch a break. Like I can't be angry because I'm Black cuz angry AND Black is a bad, bad thing.
I read Ms. Andrews' story and saw myself in her during some periods of my life and I'm really glad I knew the people I knew then. I'm glad God saw fit to send the people he DID send my way to me because he knew I needed them and I'm glad that with those people and with my belief that I COULD be better and do better.
I BECAME better.
Ms. Andrews' is only 29 years old. I was 28 when I decided I needed to stop showing my azz and figure out who and what I wanted to be. Before I stopped running from the foundation laid out for me by my parents. Before I stopped turning my back on the hard truths and figured out that if I didn't get my shit together I was going to be alone, lonely and unhappy because no one would want to be around me.
I'm holding out that Ms. Andrews' is going to get her come to Jesus soon and maybe she has already. From what I understood...she wrote the essays for this book a while ago.
I said all that to say...I thought yall were too hard on her. If WE can't see ourselves in her and realize how blessed we are to have come through to the other side and be able to empathize with her then hey...who else is going to?
She represents the young and it's our responsibility to be there for them and lead by example. That's all I'm saying.
Monica Mingo































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