OMG! I'm so over these country bumpkin chics in Georgia who have known me for a few years during one of my darkest periods and think they know anything about me and my family. I have one who due to her interaction with a sibling of mine thinks for some reason we are a low brow welfare family. She also thinks she is a master of culture, how could you be, Atlanta has no culture. I grew up in a competitive, culturally enriched, politically involved city where the dumbest, most hood, person in the room could run rings around the most savvy Georgian.
Another one likes to try and give me, me, Kim Jones instruction on the movie business. Bitch are you serious. I learned the movie business in LA in one of the most ferocious studios there. Bitch get a grip.
The third and this is my favorite, is constantly whining and would cry if a fucking bee stung her, yet feels she is equally yoked with me in regards to life experience. I have fought cancer for over a decade, suffered a major head trauma in a car accident, survived a high risk pregnancy, been homeless, buried most of my family including but not limited to a sibling, several close friends, all of my grandparents and my Father.
I'm not even going to start on the accomplishments of my family, My Uncle Vince was one of the most successful Ad men for decades, there is a multitude of blues legends in my DNA pool, my Grandmother was an accomplished farmer and entrepreneur. My Mother was a top executive at Sears in the 70's when that was unheard of. My family is loaded with entrepreneurs, college professors, air traffic controllers and so much more.
The best fucking part of it all is that the whole lot of them don't know ME half as much as they think they do. I was speaking on the civil rights circuit from ages 10-16, not to mention participating on a cheer-leading team designed to campaign for Alderman Lemuel Austin. I was on Oprah when I was 16, on CNN giving political commentary when I was 8, was the first Black Company Manager of a major Ballet, Worked for the likes of Tyler Perry, Whitney Houston, Brad Pitt, Carol Lawrence, Dimensions Films and that's just scratching surface. I was a GODDAMN debutante.
So fuck you wanna be elite, hating ass bitches. Kiss my grits! Watch my dust as I leave you on the sidelines of the race I'm winning called life. Stay living in your parents shadow, I'm creating my own destiny.
Another one likes to try and give me, me, Kim Jones instruction on the movie business. Bitch are you serious. I learned the movie business in LA in one of the most ferocious studios there. Bitch get a grip.
The third and this is my favorite, is constantly whining and would cry if a fucking bee stung her, yet feels she is equally yoked with me in regards to life experience. I have fought cancer for over a decade, suffered a major head trauma in a car accident, survived a high risk pregnancy, been homeless, buried most of my family including but not limited to a sibling, several close friends, all of my grandparents and my Father.
I'm not even going to start on the accomplishments of my family, My Uncle Vince was one of the most successful Ad men for decades, there is a multitude of blues legends in my DNA pool, my Grandmother was an accomplished farmer and entrepreneur. My Mother was a top executive at Sears in the 70's when that was unheard of. My family is loaded with entrepreneurs, college professors, air traffic controllers and so much more.
The best fucking part of it all is that the whole lot of them don't know ME half as much as they think they do. I was speaking on the civil rights circuit from ages 10-16, not to mention participating on a cheer-leading team designed to campaign for Alderman Lemuel Austin. I was on Oprah when I was 16, on CNN giving political commentary when I was 8, was the first Black Company Manager of a major Ballet, Worked for the likes of Tyler Perry, Whitney Houston, Brad Pitt, Carol Lawrence, Dimensions Films and that's just scratching surface. I was a GODDAMN debutante.
So fuck you wanna be elite, hating ass bitches. Kiss my grits! Watch my dust as I leave you on the sidelines of the race I'm winning called life. Stay living in your parents shadow, I'm creating my own destiny.
