What Got Left Behind…

I went to New York City for 5 days on a vacation. I took my Baby with me and I had a fantastic time. We went sight seeing like true tourists, hit a couple Broadway shows, ate Philly Cheese steaks, visited the Empire State Building, got lost on the subway, ate Huge Slices of Pizza Pie, visited Harlem and the Apollo theater, even went to ground zero. It was a fun filled week.

When it was time to go I packed up all my belongings and rushed to the airport. I couldn’t wait to see my boyfriend and get back to our loving routine. Logan picked me up from the airport and drove me home. I was so happy. As I was unpacking from my week long trip it slowly dawns on me… I forgot the one thing I could not afford to forget.

I left my Baby at the hotel!

What I can’t Deny…

I can’t deny that I am a mixed concoction of African American meets Caucasian persuasion. All of the standard traits one with a mixed heritage like mine possess.

Mixed complexion skin, not ivory or creamy at all, no I would never pass as a white woman. Yet, I am not the chocolate brown that cry’s out “She’s Black!” either. I am in a limbo of lost belonging on a bridge of strange, different... Some say “Exotic”.

Is it? Exotic? Or is that just the kind way of saying you’re weird, but it’s working for you.