I have a 'friend' who always tells me.. "You not Creole, your mama is Creole, but you not." Now what kind of sense does that make? If my MAMA is Creole, then dammit; aren't I at least HALF!!?? Now don't get me wrong, I understand that to 'look' at me I might not appear to be Creole (that's a WHOLE nother blog) but all Creoles are not light skinned with 'good hair'. And like I said I am half, with the other half being mostly African and Native American decent; however I know
I'm Creole, cuz I feel it in my soul.
What makes me a Creole? It's the passion in how I love, it's the spirit in my fight; its the Rhythm in my dance; its the fire in my smile; its the realness in my tears. It's the way my hips move when I hear second line music. I am Creole, what da hell are you??!!
SN: I was born and raised in the bay, but when I hear this kind of music my body lets me know my roots.
Yesterday I saw that Creole was 'trending' on twitter, and I got all excited. Let me see what they talking bout over der' (Creole voice). So I click on the link and what do I see? A bunch of foos going in on some chick from the Bad Girls Club!!.. I guess her 'thing' is to say; 'I'm Creole!'..Since I don't watch the show, I'm not quite sure how she is using this phrase, but the ppl were going IN on her. "She ain't Creole"..and of course I'm thinking.. I can relate to that..HOW THEY KNOW WHAT SHE IS!!?.. I know one thing for sure, if they get her mad enough; they will soon discover just how Creole she is.. We don't play once we get mad.. One more validation for me; I tell ya..
Saturday was our Annual Family get together better known as our 'Family Reunion'.. and umm once AGAIN. I was not present in the Family Photo!!!
Last year I was not there, so okay I can see why am not in that picture. And the year before that I was 'in' it, but you could see me; some kind of way I was cropped out. All you could make out was my white head band.
But this year, due to some kind of scheduling mix-up, me and part of my family were left out of this years photo. When everyone was gathering for it; my Mom, one of my daughter's and my GRAND BABY were not around, so I decided to 'wait' for them to come back. But when they did; the photo had been taken. So come to find out; this is nothing new. Apparently this has been going on even when my grandma was alive. Some kind of way, she used to be left out of the group photo as well. I used to take it personal and since I 'joke' so much; my family thought I was just being funny, but I'm starting to see a pattern. But now that I know that I am in good company with my grandma; I'm not going to let it bother me anymore.. I'll just pop-up in random photos with random relatives; hoping to 'prove' that I really belong in this family..
