4 June 2014 by Soph
“Well, aren’t I the lucky one…”
I’ve been very fortunate… I seem to have a kind of blinkers. I just do not allow too many negatives to soil me. I’m very blessed. I have looked quite strange in most of the places I have lived in my life, the stages, spaces I’ve moved through. I of course grew up with my grandmother: my grandmother’s people and my brother are very very black, very lovely. And my mother’s people were very very fair. I was always sort of in between. I was too tall. My voice was too heavy. My attitude was too arrogant – or tenderhearted. So if I had accepted what people told me I looked like as a negative, yes, then I would be dead. But I accepted it and I thought, well, aren’t I the lucky one.
Maya Angelou’s thoughts on identity made me think about all my insecurities and wonder if maybe I, too, could take on that attitude of, “Well, aren’t I the lucky one.” May this amazing, inspiring woman rest in peace.