I could be a lot of things …
I’m way too tall for a girl I’ve been told
I’m way too skinny for society I’ve been told
I’m way too loud, I sweat too much, my feet are too big, my face is too young….
“You can’t buy a lottery ticket, you aren’t a day over sixteen!”
“You can’t play basketball? What are you, at least 7 feet?”
You dress too much like a boy, you wear too much pink, you look so mean …
“You live in Brooklyn? I feel sorry for you …”
“You’re a dancer? What do they do?”
These sorts of judgements, these silly one dimensional observations. I love them … they keep me young
“Girls don’t know anything about basketball, so how can your favorite team be the Celtics?”
“Why are you 20 and a freshman?”
Why are you always on the phone?”
Why don’t you have a job?”
“I like your hair … is it fake?”
I mean I thought I was pretty average but all these questions make me wonder. To me I am just a tall basketball loving tomboy with an obsession for pink and a sailors mouth. Sounds complicated but really being a 20 year old that looks like a gigantic 12 year old has its pros and cons.
“Why are you worried about voting? Your vote doesn’t even count …”
“I bet you are voting for Obama right?”
You see the excitement? The never ending thrust of questions.
Like I said earlier, they keep me young. Stereotype or not …
I could be a lot of these things, but you know something…you people with the questions, do you know who you are?
– Mandisa Nickerson 🙂
