Vulgar? Yes. But let’s face it, we are all grown ups here. Besides, when the little short white man in the bank, whos name is Leroy called me those names, he did not censor himself. He looked me right in my eyes and said “Cunt. Nigger. Bitch”.

Why? Not as important but I am sure anyone would want to know. Two days ago, on a glorious afternoon I was out running errands. I illegally parked my car (shoot me, I ran into the bank and parked right out front because I would only be in there for a quick moment) and this grocery store employee who had not had the chance to remove his work shirt or his name tag WAS LIVID. For a small moment, I understood and was ready to move my car. But when I saw how much rage was in his eyes, I felt the need to stand up for myself.

“You don’t need to talk to me like that, I will move my car.”

He became more and more upset and when I did go to move my car, that’s when he said it.

“You cunt. You nigger. You Bitch”.

I admit, I gave him a piece of my mind. My mother and father raised no punk. 

“Fuck you Leroy”. Among other things.

Once I got home, it really sunk in.  I became very upset.  I had felt like he got away with something that was mines. Logically, I can say that being called a nigger is not that serious. I am a patience, calm young lady that actually is gifted in not losing my cool. Fluent in sarcasm. But I have found that it is all fun and games until someone calls you a “nigger” right in your face.  

And boy did he say it.  He said like Obama was removing “er” from the english language.  He said it like he was auditioning for Mississippi Burning 2 and really wanted the part. 

I am a strong believer in not allowing anyone to steal my joy but he did.  For a few moments. The minute I decided to write and post this incident, I regained my power because I left any hurt and anger right here on this page.  I WIN.

Little Leroy is now facing disorderly conduct charges and guess what?  So am I.  He claimed that I spit on him and wants to make sure I get charged too.  On Monday morning, Officer Scott will review the tape which will clearly prove that I did no such thing.  Stay tuned.

#havingablackpresidenthasnotendedracism

“Be careful if you make woman cry, because god counts their tears. A woman cam out a man’s rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from his side to be equal. Under his arm to be protected, next to the heart to be loved”

-Michael Kenneth Williams 

There is such a price to pay for being ordinary.  And by “ordinary” I mean the opposite of who you were meant to be.  I know because I have paid that price.  It’s like grieving.  You walk around feeling like something….something that is indescribable is missing.  Something that keeps you from taking the deepest sigh.  It is just stuck right in your chest.  And the more it builds, the emptier you feel.  

Suddenly, the outside world find many ways to describe you.  Lazy. Crazzzzzzy. Diagnosable. Indecisive. Depressed. Different. Weird. Moody…….

Don’t listen to them.  The uncomfortable feeling you have is because you are swimming upstream when all you have to do is LET GO. Be easy like water. And you will breath like you have never breathed.  You will end up in a space that is unfamiliar and familiar.  And it will be exactly where you are supposed to be. 

#GodMakesNoMistakes

Signed,

A.D. Hopkins