Skinny Black Girl. S to the B-G.
The remix version of the Girl Next Door. Wild-haired. Slick-tongued. Potty-mouthed.
Addicted to Sex and the City reurns, Sportscenter, testosterone-fueled cable dramas, wine, sleep, pasta, seafood, kisses, and sex (when it’s good).
Discovered long ago that I’m too hood to be bourgeois, too bourgeois to be hood, and little too much of both to ever be boho (even if my hair says otherwise) so I settled on just being me. So far, it’s working out fabulously.
I’m a quiet rebel who lives life in peaceful protest of the traditional. Tell me what I’m “supposed” to do because I’m a girl and lose any chance at my friendship. I’d totally be a feminist if I wasn’t so enamored with T.I.’s southern twang demanding that I buss it open and get loose.
In an intense 20+ year romance with music. I stan for the production of Qunicy Jones, the velvet in Donny Hathaway’s voice, the cadence of Wynton Marsalis’s horn and the insight in the lyrics of Jay-Z. In fact, I have Jay verses for every life scenario. They’re my Bible verses.
If I freaked you out with that last fact, I’m sorry. Don’t save me, though. I don’t wanna be saved. And if you don’t like that, you can press fast forward. Like Jay said. (See? I told ya.)
I like to think I’m fly, but my meager shoe collection, abundance of T-shirts and jeans, aversion to make-up, and “throw it on and go” approach to getting dressed indicate otherwise. But I strut my ass off in my Levi’s and tees. Just know that.
I’m a Cleveland girl to the core. It used to be my mission to make the world see my hometown for the diamond in the rough that it is. These days my hometown pride is better translated as “Fuck your opinions. Bitch, I’m from Cleveland.”
A student and lover of the written word. Found my voice in a Joan Morgan book and never looked back. Currently enrolled in a fancy pants MFA program where I read and analyze the likes of Richard Wright and Ernest Hemingway. Don’t be shocked if you catch me with a Zane novel though. Even my porn has to be in writing.
My life indicates that I’m something like the Greek god Antaeus; unbeatable because defeat makes me stronger. Nobody survives an L quite like me. Stick around long enough and you’ll read all about it.
I’ll leave you with my interpretation of this Gospel according to Hov…
Luckily, my therapy is to [write]
I just bare my soul
I don’t expect nothin’ back
You’re all welcome
Yup, long as you felt [her]
I was gon’ get mine,
Shit, you know where the hell I’m from……I do this, I’m a writer and a rider
