So I had to go to city hall for something this morning. They have done a few renovations and everything isn't where it used to be. I knew that I was looking for a certain place but I can imagine I looked really lost trying to find it. I heard a voice from behind me say "What are you looking for, Sister?" I turned around to see a beautiful Black woman with dreadlocks and smiling eyes. She was about 5'3'' but she stood tall and proud. She wore a business suit but a handkerchief of kente cloth peeked out of its pocket. I told her what I needed and she placed a hand on my shoulder and led me to the office, newly positioned at the end of the hallway. Then she said, "And I want you to have a wonderful day, My Sister". Now none of her words were foreign to me, but what struck me was the way she said them. When she said "Sister" and "My Sister", I felt as though the next thing out of my mouth should have been, "So I'll see you at the house for Christmas, right?" She said it as though the connection between her and I was one that she didn't even have to question. And the fact that she took it upon herself to offer a hand and veered off of her own path to come help me was remarkable. Though I didn't gawk at her, there was something about this aging Black woman with light brown skin, a kente handkerchief, dreadlocks with graying roots, smile lines and a face free of makeup that made me feel beautiful. It was something small, but I feel like I truly met family today.
How about you? When was the last time you felt Black and Proud?
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