Internationally booked music artist, comedian film and content writer from Yonkers Ny. Owner of content providing agency with over 35 clients and $10k in virtual content sales per client in the first month.
I First Tried Watermelon at 30...
I first tried watermelon at 30. A 30 year old Black woman that never tried the fruit probably sounds unheard of... but there I was trying it. And for what reason- you ask? Because I knew I didnt like it ofcourse. I didnt like the looks I'd saw it get or the snickers from other classmates growing up in all mostly "Privileged" schools. That was back when keeping up a "token" image was silently expected of me. But now- this summer- I was bartending at a nice new italian pizza bar (yes pizza & bar) in a more socially aware world than the one I had grew up in. In this world, it's ok to identify as anything you want to and express anything you feel. The only similarity was that I was still the only Black woman on staff in a tourist packed restaurant- and here I was on my first day ... being asked to make a watermelon margarita. It was a hot day and people could pass by the bar window on my level to grab a drink- so I must have reluctantly made 30 watermelon-ritas before my break. And all I could think of on that break was those damn smiling faces drinking it so boldly on the street. BECAUSE DONT THEY KNOW?! DIDNT they see those same vile pictures and those same looks I'd seen? Didnt they know the words of hate for people like me that those pictures represented? Were some of them laughing at me after while they walked away drinking them? A part of me was fuming that i even had to make it at all. And then... I heard something in me say