As I Am

I have long rued the double standard that exists between men and women in the work place. The difference in what is required appearance wise is particularly upsetting to me. Requiring women to wear make-up just to be acceptable when men are acceptable as they are is most egregious. Even though it is not a stated requirement today, if you show up to an interview au natural you are not likely to get the job, depending on what the job is. What does that say about our society, certainly nothing good. As an experiment when I was looking for work I started to interview without make-up. I decided that I didn’t really want a job where I had to wear make up every day.  So except for a light foundation on days that my complexion needed evening out, I went au natural. I was pleasantly surprised that sometimes it didn’t seem to make a difference. Long story short, I have had several jobs now where I was not required to wear make-up. When I first entered the work force decades ago I’m certain that would not have been possible. I see it more and more now and it makes me so happy.  Today at my credit union I was assisted by my favorite teller. She is bubbly and sweet, and almost always au natural. Today I told her that I love that she chooses not to wear make-up, because I like natural beauty. She radiated glee while wishing me a great rest of my day. Baby steps are not light speed but change, however slow, is still progress. I look forward to the day when women are considered beautiful without modification, to the day when we are paid equally for the same work as men. We have made progress, but we’re still not there. Considering the current political climate and the erosion of some hard won rights, we must remain vigilant, for there is so much work left to do.

Conditionally

 

I love you…conditionally…

Oh I know it breaks with tradition

And it’s not as appealing without the

Characteristic prefix UN that most often accompanies it.

But it’s more honest, and I value honesty.

All things in life are conditional if you think about it…

That’s not to say, that you cannot ever fuck up, make up, or be forgiven.

We are all human, some of us uniquely flawed.

It simply means I am not a doormat to be walked on, neglected, or treated unfairly.

There are lines that once crossed will permanently alter the here and now.

Paths we might choose to walk down from which we can never return.

We should all tread lightly, lovingly, on the landscape of intimacy.

Know that no matter how much I love you…

If there is ever cause to warrant the withdrawal of my love and support from you…

I will walk away, however broken, with what’s left of my heart.

 

July 8, 2018

©Dani Heart

Memories of Hate

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Flouncing by the fountain
In a dress of pastel hues
I saw a girl with cocoa skin
And so I frolicked too

In an Alabama shopping mall
This girl and I did play
I was only nine years old
And my home was far away

My grandmother was browsing
In a store that was nearby
We ran around the waterfall
And laughed until we cried

I really had no idea
How soon my fun would end
When grandma saw us playing
She was quick to apprehend

She grabbed my arm and spoke to me
In a voice I’d never heard
Hissed we don’t play with negro children
I found her quite absurd!

Perhaps my quest began that day
And the message I would send
To teach all children rainbow love
And that racism should end

Copyright 1/12/2008
Dani Heart ♥