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People will wonder why this blog is needed, why minority midwifery student? It's very simple actually; I was looking for this blog...but I couldn't find it...so I created it. We all have unique experiences, and every experience, every story, can help someone else. I am a black girl from the hood at an ivy league professional school. That, alone, is reason enough to write. Somebody was looking for this blog. Someone wanted proof that what I'm doing can be done - even when you come from where we come from.

To that person especially, WELCOME.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

One of My Favorite Poems

Go here to read it. Read it at a poetry reading once.
Adv Physical Assessment exam II went well enough today I guess. I don't like having a lecture 5 mins after taking a test in that very same class, but that's the way it goes. I just emailed one of my midwifery professors to move an exam so that we wouldn't have three huge exams back-to-back within a 24 hour period. I said I didn't care whether I had to take it earlier or not, just please not at the same time. We'll see what she says. Last night I studied for today's exam with a pitcher of strawberry pina colada, courtesy of the man, and I think that's how I need to study from now on. (well, maybe something a little less caloricious...I'm sure my half of the blender was about 600 calories!) I was so relaxed, and this morning I must have had a sugar hangover because I was in such a great mood and so "over" the test before it even began! I don't know, we'll see what my grade is, and then go from there...
We have an apartment inspection tomorrow (God I can't wait to own my own home) and I'm thinking about how much cleaning I'm willing to do. Do I really have to pretend that we don't keep piles of clothes (both clean and dirty) on the floor between washings? Or that I make my bed in the mornings, wash the dishes every night, and line the shoes up at the door? It's so fake. I hate keeping up appearances. But I also don't want anyone to think that I wasn't raised better. But even as a child I kept a messy room...I like to say messy...my mama is probably reading this and saying "no, not messy, nasty" LOL but why fight it, I am who I am. Nonetheless, I'm sure I'll clean tonight. At least I don't have to be to school early in the morning. Just take the man to work, come home and relax for an hour, then off to school. I will treasure that hour.

2 comments:

Dark Daughta said...

yeah,
I like that poem, too. Funny thing is, it's sort of like the Audre Lorde quote "Your silence will not protect you"? A lot of people know it, but sometimes it's frustrating to see that the links aren't always made. I've found that people confuse building political coalition, with forcing many of us to be bridges where we are not supposed to centralize our own experiences, but instead are forced to centralize and tip toe around the beliefs, values and experiences of others who may be obscuring their own realties so as to better accrue privilege that we ourselves cannot.

So, the bridge is a beautiful poem and wonderful political metaphor that can sometimes be misunderstood, I think.

In anycase, I appreciate you putting the link. What about the poem do you like?

Loving Pecola said...

I was devouring Audre Lorde's "Sister Outsider" a few months ago. It was the first reading for me (of anything by her), and I sat with it for a long time. Still unpacking it, but it's one of those things where I can't read it in the middle of the semester because it's totally distracting!

A whole post about my connection to the bridge poem to follow...