Although Kirk Franklin was talking about a revolution of the Lord, I'm talking about one that's slightly different...
In conversations with friends back at home the conversation inevitably turn either to current events in the States as I know more about the political situation in France than in England (womp) or to our plans for the future.
With the graduations of friends this May, I've realized that my own adulthood and real world existence is only a year away. Since living in London I've had more of a chance to do things I like doing like- writing, listening to Nas songs, watching great sitcoms, actually reading books I've been meaning to for years, and fretting about my next moves for the future.
And as I think about my future, I realize in broad terms what I would like to do and achieve. Go into publishing, be an editor, write, get my masters in history and/or journalism. Lift as I climb. Do I know exactly what it means and how I'll do it. Hells naw. I can barely articulate my thesis topic. But I do want to help ignite a revolution.
Not the shoot 'em up kind, I'm a Bed-Stuy kid, but I ain't trying to get a police record. I want a hearts and minds revolution for Black women. Black sisters would learn to love ourselves and respect our past and present. When we talk about "race problems" we would also address sexism, HIV/AIDS within our community, and respect our forefathers along with our foremothers.
As I talked about all this to one of my friends he said that I'm more Maxine Waters than Corretta Scott King, because of all this. Why the divide? Can't I have the elegance of Mrs. (the) King and the go get 'em of Rep. Waters? Besides I'm more of a Shirley Chisholm girl anyway.
Leave it to a college kid to want to do something as lofty and vague as igniting an emotional revolution, but hey I only get 4 years to be as jaded and idealistic as I am now.
