Thinking Kinky : The Nappy Haired Diva

For almost two decades, my career has existed within the corporate world. My mornings have been spent either spewing a variety of profanity words from behind the wheel of my 8 year old Chrysler or ironically spending my most intimate moments chest to chest with strangers on the train. By the time I've made it work, I'm ready to go home. Each day is the same. Someone will gossip about someone else. We'll all lament about how life is nothing more than indentured servitude and once our time was up we would be free but impoverished. Our bodies will go into shock after having been conditioned to work and therefore shut down and die. It was really uplifting conversation. We all wear the same outfits. The blouses and pants and blazers and pencil skirt and cedar colored shoes and ties and suits and make up and comb-overs and phony smiles and cruel intentions. It's pretty much a uniform. But underneath all of that, there's me. Me is...