I’m grappling with the guilt that society makes me feel. This institution and these people want me to feel sorry for existing and thriving. For standing my ground. For doing what is right.
Although I have done nothing wrong, and everything right – I can’t be that competent and obviously I have messed up somewhere during this whole process.
…being a woman of color, I am told I shouldn’t be so aggressive, be nicer, make exceptions, let it go, don’t set any boundaries, be more approachable, smile more, and it’s ok for people to disregard what I do, and what I say.
She is such a bitch.
I am a little scared, no I am scared.
I need protection.
I need peace.
A piece.
No, because a piece never brought peace. That piece of destruction kills Black and Brown bodies as they scream STOP! MY HANDS ARE UP! DON’T SHOOT!
Where can we go from here? We have to push forward.
I know I intimidate you. This conversation confuses you. You don’t know what to say. You are not used to this.
He said…Am I a reflection of all your insecurities? You cannot transfer your pressure onto me.
You cannot persuade me. I will not be sorry. I will not coach or carry your fragility.
Fraud. Luck. Deceit.
Imposter syndrome.
Dual consciousness.
Intersectional invisibility.
STOP – not me.
Call me Lisa, friend, mother, creator, partner, advisor, motivator, coach, strong, brave, intelligent, leader, sister.
My shit is legit. Check the receipts. Get at me bro…if you want to.
See me.
Acknowledge me and my excellence.
If you don’t already know, ask about me! Peace.
