I carry a black belt in attitude!
I walk with a driven swagger. I talk with a determined swagger.
Potent, I am not apologetic for the unlimited intellectual concussions or attitudinal whippings that I render.
My attitudinal stance is derived because of my roots. Proudly, I am a descendant of kings, queens, doctors, theologians, attorneys, educators, politicians, librarians, entrepreneurs, craftsmen, scientists, as well as, other successful survivors.
The upshot of my brazen, confident, and self-assured bravado and gait is intoxicatingly liberating as I strut around like a conquering lioness refusing to shed centuries of black milestones and achievements in exchange for the acceptance, admittance, hospitality, and entrée into the world of the power structure who, in my estimation, is mentally handicapped and are intellectual and cultural amputees!
I boastfully wear my comeuppance instead of a mask because my ancestors subterfuge their bodies, their minds, and their souls like controlled mules and stomached unspeakable sufferings and bitter prejudicial conditions so that I could freely square-off against the “bastardly beasts” without fear, intimidation, humiliation, and apprehension!
My verbal exchanges, barbs, and attitudinal shoot-outs are notoriously legendary throughout this country—-especially in the south, as I always display an appearance, persona, and demeanor of a strong black woman who “won’t take no mess!”
I am trained to react stoically, yet with respectful and decisive fervor, to any hints of absurdities, racism, or injustices with the precision of a military officer and with the toughness of a cop!
Translation: “I don’t play!”
I won’t bend, bow, or beg nor will I kiss your posterior by being your inferiorizing Negro. If my volatile cocktail of presence, ego, or assertive posture is a menace or threatens you—-it’s your problem—-not mine! I will no longer consciously or unconsciously cater to your insecurities anymore.
I have severely limited your phantom power and hallucinations of regulating, managing and controlling me. Unlike my ancestors, fortunately you can’t command me to mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and economically subordinate to you.
Do you feel me now?
Your programmed perspective, racist’s propaganda, and anthropological analysis of my abilities is passé and can’t wreak psychological havoc or render damage to my womanhood.
Yes, I carry a black belt in attitude and so should you President Barack Hussein Obama.
So, put some attitudinal *itch in you and start giving folks hell!
