Letters from my Corporate Life....

I'm losing my mind.

I feel like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs yet still invisible. Do you not see what they are doing to me? Or am I doing it to myself? How dare she feel worthy, we can't have that, we're inferior.

Or it is shame on me for not having the backbone, let alone the desire to play a game I don't (care to) understand. I'm black so I'm tough right? Or so I'm perceived to be cause my blackness is misunderstood. Or so I should be because how dare I let them brake me, black don't crack and the women are the backbone of our culture and whatever other pressures exist.

Or maybe I should be a fool, oh I'm black I didn't even notice. We are treated equally, that happened to our ancestors that's not the time now.

Or maybe I'm just plain old crazy. How dare a person want to just be their self in a structured organization designed to operate for the benefit of itself.

How selfish of me to pursue a life I wish for myself. What was I thinking?,..