Disclaimer: This is not a racial post. I'm just sick of people expecting me to fake the funk.
Can I live. Three simple words. Thank you Reasonable Doubt. Thank you Jay-Z.
I'm going to be 100% honest with you, black woman are fighters. We have to fight white men, white woman, black men, black women, society, stereotypes, jeans that aren't made for actual butts, we have to fight everyday. Sometimes I feel like I have to put on a mask, a higher voice, sound cheerful, always act perky, use bigger words, not pop my gum, and refrain my all those neck motions I've grown accustomed to... all in the name of proving myself and if I'm not perky now I have an attitude. Being a woman who happens to be black isn't enough. We can't be humble, we have to boast our achievements otherwise we don't get the respect we already deserved. Let's not even talk about the hypersexualism associated with having a fat ass, large boobs, and full lips. Not today.
There are 5 things that erk my last nerve and make me want to say
"Can I Live?"
1. Can you twerk?
