Today was like most Sundays except… I had to cut my dreadlocks for the fifth plus time. (I’ve had them so often, I’ve lost count.) I had to let them go. My hair wasn’t responding well to my medication.
See, besides my depression medication, I’m also taking five more medications for my Atrial Fibrillation (AFib). Add to that my grown woman age of 50 and… My hair needed a rest. As I cut each lock, I could hear a soft voice from my hair saying, “Thank you…”
It has to be bronchitis…I had it in the fall, so this would be the second this school year…Respiratory infections are part of working with kids, part of being an elementary teacher…That’s why I’m out of breath every time I walk…Bronchitis…Heart Disease…Atrial Fibrillation… It wasn’t bronchitis. I had fluid in …
I’m so tired of these daily microaggressions chipping away at my soul. Your prejudice, racism, and insecurity shouldn’t be part of my daily existence. –T.Lanette
Originally published September 28, 2017
Four and a half months later, I still feel the same way. In fact, I think these situations have increased during the last few months. Microaggressions aren’t always the words that people say out loud. Words are easier to document and fight against. It’s the actions that are more difficult to deal with on a daily basis.
…it would seem absurd that someone would be so invasive as to touch something so sacred that lays upon your head. Right?…Whether we wear afros, braids, or relaxers, someone is quick to invade our personal space to touch our hair. The rudeness can be overwhelming. JoyStokesWrites.Wordpress.com