I'm bouta be brief and finna goeta bed in a lil bit.
I ohno bout dem, but showl know lots bout me.
I be tryna do my best like I'm spoesta.
Language is an art. No one should be made to feel less equal than others because we speak differently. I, along with many of my friends had great elementary school teachers. We were fortunate.
My mother had a vast vocabulary, but still spoke in slang at home. So do I. Most of the women in my family mastered the art of grammatical English and standardized speech is something, "that" I'm very familiar with. When I was a little girl I had a "thing" for the dictionary. I still refer to the dictionary daily at some point or another. Either to check my own usage/spelling of a word or to better comprehend something I heard, but didn't quite understand.
In my lifetime, I've been referred to as "ghetto" just because I speak slang. Some have also accused me of speaking "proper" or talking "white." If I must be hit with an identifier-label, what does "this" really make me?
Prophetto/Ghetroper?! Ghettite/Whietto?! Laughing out loud... Heehee-Haha!
As I continue to teach my children right from wrong, I will also ensure, that they remain proud of whom we are as Black-Americans, but remember to never allow society, insiders/outsiders, or anything to box them into any ONE category.
Black people are so much better than what's thought, what's said, what's heard, what's felt, and seen by the mean.
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