Diary of a Mad Mixed Woman
A natural Black mixed woman on this continious journey to find myself while facing the daily misconceptions surrounded by my shade, my hair, the way I laugh, what I wear, what I say basically who I am. A Black woman trying to connect to her past, showing her appreciation daily for it working to reach my highest potiental. I love being Black. I love the culture, the history, the fight that runs through my veins, comes from my lips, displayed in the sway of my hips, is thought in my mind, is felt in my words, seen through my eyes, sensed through my touch. Struggling to make changes in my life and focus on the future, by working hard in the present and not dwelling on the past. I am an Ambitious Black mixed woman on this NATURAL journey called life doing the things I love, being myself and not being apologetic for how I was made and who I am and who I will become.
Basketball. Hooper. Baller. Jazz. Poet. History. Words. Hip-Hop. Music. Natural Hair. Healthy Living. Strong Existence. Non-conformist. Child. Adult. Wise. Stupid. 19. Old. Young. Mother is Black American. Father German mostly and Jewish. Also Finnish and Polish. Insecure. Confident. Friend. Woman. Black. Mixed.
Trying to fight this battle of getting older. Using every year to get better, to mature, yet retain the youth I feel I am losing.
I AM SO HIP, EVEN MY ERRORS ARE CORRECT.
100% intelligent Black child.
Ahhh Dairy of a Mad Mixed Woman.
Peace & Blessings.
The bigger issue with Miley Cyrus is her complete obliviousness to the differences in public reaction when it comes to herself versus black people. When Miley Cyrus plays at ratchet, we get three reactions: fangirls/fangays spooing all over themselves telling the internet how much they love her, non-fans giving deep eyerolls and moving on to the next, and middle-aged white people making vague statements about how they’re “concerned” about her state of mind. The reaction she does not get is that if she were shot by a neighborhood watchman, then she deserved it because she flips the bird and does drugs and glamorizes hoodrat behavior.
That’s my problem. My problem is black kids like Trayvon Martin play at being ratchet everyday and the rest of America looks at them like they’re all budding criminals. The defense in that case put Trayvon Martin’s character on trial, by wanting us to infer that he was headed down the wrong path to prison anyway. Because of a few Myspace photos and a toxicology report, we should be glad we got that thug off the streets. They turned him into a thug for doing the exact same things that Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber do, the exact same things that millions of little white kids do in their gated communities, driving around in Daddy’s SUV listening to old-school NWA and rolling spliffs and bragging about it on social media.
That is what white privilege looks like. If you are a white apologist who continuously doubts that white privilege exists, ask yourself if Miley Cyrus or any other 20-year-old white girl would be put on trial posthumously if someone shot her for walking around in a hoodie. That is the definition of white privilege."