She Ain’t Heavy…Allegedly She’s My Sister

Sisterhood is an interesting concept to me.
Extremely interesting to me.
It seems that the older I get the more it perplexes me and the more I appreciate the women in my own inner circle.

Sisterhood….

Main Entry: sis·ter·hood
Pronunciation: \-hu̇d\
Function: noun
Date: 14th century
1 a: the state of being a sister b: sisterly relationship
2: a community or society of sisters; especially : a society of women in a religious order
3: the solidarity of women based on shared conditions, experiences, or concerns

I’m a naturally friendly person…not to be confused with nice…my nice days are over. I guess it just bewilders me when cattiness is extended in my direction. I rebuke you bad energy…I REBUKE YOU. Like what the hell chick? You don’t have to do the head to toe scan and then cut your eyes at me. I’m doing me…get back to doing you. I’m in the SueZettesphere..invitiation only wench.

Uh oh…I’m being ugalee…I’m not tryna be ugalee.

Is it naive to think that every woman is going to be a friendly as I am…probably, however, home training and with just a dash of respect should be mandatory. You aren’t my competiton…homegirl…you’re my equal. Straight no chaser. I don’t want to be you…I want to empower you.

Hmmm…

The other day…I attended a meeting with some colleagues from around the community and since I’m a sit near the closest exit type of chick…I picked a table in the back. As I approached the table an older white woman greeted me with a handshake and a smile and we exchanged cheerful and casual banter about our jobs and how Atlanta wasn’t as really as big as people thought since everybody knows everybody.

A sista needed a beverage, so I excused myself to go to the refreshment table and came back to see that two young “sistas” had joined our table. I turned my smile towards them, only to have them half ass speak to me. Ok cool. I see what time it is. Fine.

A few minutes later I saw another sista in the room that I knew…I called out to her and she cheerfully replied, “Hey SueZette…good to see you…” I guess curiousity murdered the cat because the one closest to me with the sourest face turned and asked me what I did for my organization. Since I’m not one to let nann wench kill my joy…I smiled…batted my eyelashes and told her my title.

In an instance clearly marked for the “not what she said,but how she said it” file…ole girl said, “What qualifications do you have in order for you to have that position?” When I say…I know I’m a professional because… seriously part of me wanted to drown her arse in my Diet Coke…
Yo…

Never letting the smile leave my lips, although I know it had departed my eyes…I replied, “I have a M.S. in Urban Policy Studies and I’ve almost completed my M.A. in Sociology with a concentration in Race and Urban Studies.” Ole girl shut her mouth. Well not before saying…”Oh because I applied for a position with yall and I was wondering what I needed.”

I batted my eyelashes at her again and in a tone that dripped wench please said, “Oh good luck with that…we’ve got tons of positions and it’s a great organization.”

Now…I’m not into being messy…but fuggouttahere…fuggIlooklike?

Chile boo. How you burn a bridge you ain’t even sure you need to cross? Needless to say…they left at the end and didn’t even say goodbye. That’s actually not a question of sistahood…shoooot…what kind of woman are you?

Oh yeah the older white woman shook my hand and bid me adieu before we departed…

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