Grandmas got a neck tattoo,
A tramp stamp and a full sleeve too,
With leathers on and steel toed boots,
Goodness, I don’t know what to do
She smells like cigarettes and cheap perfume,
Grandmas rocking some sideboob,
She’s drunk already and it’s barely noon,
I hate it when grandma takes us to the zoo.
I took the boys to the zoo today. As we were leaving we saw a peacock in the parking lot. I stopped in front of it and said, “Hello, Mr. Peacock.” My oldest asked me how I knew it was a boy and I said it was because of his bright colors. I then reminded him that the females are called Peahens, not Peacocks. By this time, two other families were also looking at this parking lot peacock. One minute later, my son shouts as loud as he can, “Look, Mommy! I found another really big cock over there!” 🤦🏻♀️ The other families kind of laughed, but I’m pretty sure they were low key judging me.
So, in a recent Facebook status, I addressed my feelings about people reaching across the counter where I work to touch my hair. The same happened to my younger sister and I was livid. Of course people accused me of turning into “a race thing”, but I even said that I notice people don’t do that to the girls at work who are NOT Black. Anyway, just like with status about Mike Brown, I was “wrong”. I took an article from the NY Times and said my feelings on being touched and having my privacy invaded. NO ONE responded except my sister. Here’s what I said:
In regards to my status about not appreciating people touching me or my sister and our hair, this is why. People may find it “funny” or “not think its a big deal”, but to me it is. It’s shocking to think not much has changed in the way people think today than 100 years ago. I am a human being, not a side show attraction for people to oggle over and touch. It’s very funny to some people, but when you come from a history of abduction, bondage, enslavement, rape and segregation, my right to my personal space and my right to say no don’t touch me is no laughing matter. It is something I hold sacred and I don’t appreciate it when people violate it. If my comments about race make you uncomfortable, how uncomfortable do you think it makes me to live in a society where just because my hair is different, people feel entitled to reach across the counter in my place of employment and touch me like I am some sort of exotic animal. If someone ASKS me if they can touch my hair, I have no problem with that because you are respectful enough to : 1. ask for my permission and 2. acknowledge that we live in a world in which not everyone looks the same and you seek to know more about that with which you are unfamiliar
For those of you who find it “funny”, people thought that Ota Benga in the monkey exhibit at the Bronx zoo was hilarious in 1910. Would you laugh about that now? If that exhibit were still open, would you go? If not, then why do you feel it is appropriate to treat a person like a side show exhibit and touch them? You are not entitled to touch me. Keep you hands to yourself and keep it moving before you get the piss and vinegar smacked out of you…