Just another angry black girl...

Just another angry black girl….. a short story of (somebody else’s drama)

Today was a really bad day and I don’t mean hair day cause this young black girl was looking fly and Goldie locks had nothing on me ….

On the E train with my mom…sitting still while assessing the environment….my mom always taught me to dress appropriately because sometimes it could be a little cold filled with ancient hatred that had nothing to do with me…

We were separated on our journey not just because of our dispute earlier but because there was only one seat available so I did the proper thing and she sat down…

I continued to Look out of the windows, the tunnels of seemingly endless darkness until the conductor finally announced W 4^th street. Where I would connect with my final destination….

In an instant there was an altercation on the platform…a woman tripped, and fell….I dare not say by who because I grew weary of the rudeness in the subway system…

This image of a human being…. pushed my mother…

Viewing her pushed into so many…unfortunate situations….being a single mother, broken hearted, financial ruin…dispossessed from her hopes and dreams… I just wasn’t taking anymore

….My breaking point the camel that broke the horses back and I retaliated pushing back…

Not saying a word because I knew that if I spoke I would be labialized as just another angry black girl…

who would believe my side of the story so I silently walked away as the woman laying down screamed profanity at me and my mother…

All I could say in my heart was God forgive Me for being just another angry black girl…