Well. Here I am. My 21st new year. On January 1st I'm always full of smiles and sunshine and shiny, brand new dreams. I make a million random resolutions and pray I can finally, finally get my sh*t together. For the first 20, I failed. Miserably. Every December 31st I end up feeling just as chubby, grouchy, disappointed and unhappy as I am at the close of every year . I always feel like next year will be better and it never, ever is. Until this year, that is.
I'm sure you're saying to yourself by now, K (that's me) what's going to make this year different from all the others? What about 2013 is gonna make it so awesome? To be to be totally honest, completely fictitious, potentially nonexistent reader, the answer is very simple. In 2013, Im gonna do me (for once).
For the past 7 years I have been lying about who I am. To myself and to the world at large. With a few exceptions no one who knows me, really gets me. I could blame this on a lot of things - my toxic quasi- relationship, my secretly racist "friends" and a world in which black women are preferred to be either shaking their cheeks for cash, or in the kitchen, but are most of all preferred to be silent. I would not be wrong in blaming any of these things. But unfortunately, the raw dog truth is that i did it because it was easy. I learned the hard way that easy almost never feels good and is rarely right. Part of growing up is being responsible so heretofore I take responsibility for all the half assing I didn't from 2005- present. But the buck stops here.
I'm K.
I'm 21, single, black, witty, awkward, conscious, sarcastic, and natural.
And I'm out of my cage.
Watch out world- here comes,
Afro Femme
