BY: LANISHA PORTER
The one thing someone can say to me that will make me scramble away from them quick, fast, and in a hurry is: “it’s not that serious.” Whether it’s a matter of posting something inappropriate on my personal social media, tagging me in something distasteful, or simply inviting negativity into my space, if I raise a concern about it as a request for you to stop and am met with a nonchalant response of “it’s not that serious,” we seriously can’t be friends. And here’s why. Such a response gives a heightened indication that you yourself are careless about your presentation and have nothing to lose. Therefore, it would be fair to conclude that if care for your own self-presentation escapes you, care by far for me or anything I have going for myself would escape you as well.
By: Lanisha Porter
Long gone have been the days when I would settle on the floor with a couch cushion, between my sisters legs as she braided my hair. Each weekend her fingers would majestically pattern designs through the thick of my coils leaving me to feel beautiful. The loudness of my beads which echoed as I whirled my head from side to side while I studied my reflection in the mirror, still remain a keepsake in my memory. These are the same memories I wish for my daughter to have. The whiff of Blue Magic that created sparkling diamonds in the aisles of my scalp; or the Ampro Pro-Styl Gel with the toothbrush that swooped my baby hair into cute swirls reminds me of the intimate moments from my girlhood that was escorted by so much innocence.
...or so I've heard. Granted I've used an inflammatory title to lure you in, I don't believe that one bit. And that's what this entry is about and since you're here you might as well stay for the read.
I was born the youngest child to four boys, making me not only the youngest but the only girl. I never had sisters. And in a way, I imagine God knew what he was doing by not giving me any. He was perhaps setting my heart up for my calling, and creating a purpose of my pain. I always kinda quietly mourned that I never got blessed with biological sisters. I'm sure if I had, I undoubtedly would've been a social recluse because I would've made a home of my sisters never thinking to entertain company with any other general crowds.
Welcome to my views from this horizon!