Everett and I went to the library the other day.
He picked out a movie. Go figure.
I was looking for a specific book that I couldn't find so we were at the help counter. There was a little black boy on the other side of the counter and he kept (loudly) whispering "Tyrell" my direction.
I waited until he had said it three times to makes sure I was hearing correctly. I was about to say "what" when another little black boy answered for me.
Lol, gotta love my name!
I've been teased my whole life that I am the wrong size, gender, and skin color for my name. I honestly don't mind my name one bit. In fact, I kind-of like it. I also like my size, gender, and skin color but sometimes I think it would be cool to be a big, black guy.
For one thing, I could walk around calling everyone "brotha"
Not only that, but I'd probably be funny and have a really awesome laugh.
But I'm a little, white girl so I'll just keep dreaming and watching videos of how I could have been...