Dear Michelle Obama,
The first, and only time (I’m still in my feelings about not be able to buy tickets to your LA event) I heard you speak was at the 2012 OSU graduation – but please don’t tell my cousin you were the main reason I attended her graduation. 😂
Your words inspired me, but your delivery – the power that you so effortless exuded as you spoke – moved me. I often feel that I have to diminish my power for fear it will be interpreted as “anger”. I am a BLACK woman who does feel – and occasionally displays – anger but I am not an “angry” BLACK woman. I am a force to be reckoned with. on Election Day, and EVERY. 👏🏾 DAMN. 👏🏾 DAY. 👏🏾
As I read excerpts of your memoir, it struck me how open and candid you are, especially about your journey to becoming a mother. I have never experienced a miscarriage, but I have experienced an unplanned pregnancy. I am single and BLACK; therefore I am a bitter baby momma trying to live off the government and my “baby daddy”.
I once again felt forced to defy a stereotype; when all I want is to be held accountable for my choices, not the choices of all BLACK single mothers. I can’t speak for their experiences, but I can say that I have been congratulated for “having a job and not just living off the government”. I wanted to tell this ignorant, ill manned receptionist that “I came to check in for my appointment, not your approval.” But instead I said, “It’s not that simple. Government assistance can supplement my income, but it cannot substitute it.” #youtriedit
As the former First Lady, you have given this racially divided nation a new image of a STRONG, BLACK woman. And with your book, you have given us license to struggle, to succeed, and to speak up. Because we too are STRONG, BLACK women. And we have plenty of valid reasons to be ANGRY.
With admiration and the upmost respect,
📷 : shyamagolden (IG)