And I was doin' GOOD too.

I was off Facebook for TWO WEEKS so I can focus on my writing...
and then here come the Oompah Loompa that would call herself a Black Woman...who didn't even bother to change her name, while parading her "good deeds" with the NAACP and classes at Eastern Washington University online and in the media under her birth parent's name "Dolezal"...which makes NO sense since she told her brother not to OUT her...and doesn't claim her parents as her own...
and I was STILL doin' good.

And then she started talkin' on the tv box... 

...and all the black people who said they don't care that a white woman has DECIDED she is enough of an authority on the life and experience of a black woman that she can up and BE one, started to make me itch...

and I was doin'...no...I slipped.

I WAS doing good...not to let my language overflow with vinegar and my tongue swell with echoes of "bitch" for this imposter who dare claim my sistahood for her profit...except when she felt like suing the grandest of all HBCU's (I know...disputable said all you Hampton, Grambling and Hillman ;-) folk...but stay with me) for her profit.

I stopped "doin' good' when I let loose the caravan of "fuck that bitch" at the thought of her collecting black boys like baby dolls Big Daddy brought home for her. I was no longer available for understanding what "good" she had done because "good" was used up and gon'. She would likely say "gone" but no, Miss Anne, IT'S GON'!

GON' is the educated restraint of listening for processing why the Lady in Green was right all along. She was right and we didn't listen. I want my shit back! Gon' are please and thank you because you done stole my shit. The audacity of thought that you could imitate and claim an existence you don't even deserve.

I don't trust no white lady that even white folk give up so easily!! Not one asked "Why would she WANT to be black?!" They saw you broken and let you go without a fight. For the SAME reason, I don't want you either. You are weak. You don't possess yourself. Do you know how STRONG black people are?!

  

Do you KNOW HOW FUCKING STRONG WE HAVE TO BE TO WATCH

DAY AFTER DAY...
YEAR AFTER YEAR...
GENERATION AFTER GENERATION...
NATION AFTER NATION...
WE HAVE TO WATCH
BLACK MEN...
BLACK WOMEN...
BLACK CHILDREN...
BEATEN BATTERED BURNED AND BURIED
BECAUSE WE ARE A STRONG PEOPLE
IN A WORLD DETERMINED TO BREAK US 

TO NO AVAIL! 

We stand and the work to destroy us continues and we remain and lead and love and live...and that is because we are strong and despite our names being erased and our tongues wiped white and our Gods exchanged for a one size fits all God who looks a lot like you...before...you will never be counted the strongest of them nor the strongest of us.

I tried to just let this be the frivolous mess of emptiness it deserves to be but this woman thought I was easily imitated because she took some classes and I can not...I can not be quiet. 

I simply can not.

Damn...and I was doin' GOOD too.