Dreamgirls

I have never been a Bouncy fan. (Beyonce for you all tat don’t know me personally.) And I am still not. But, what I am is a Jennifer Hudson fan. 

Relunctantly, I went to see Dreamgirls on a whim and I was quite surprised to whitness such a spectacular performance. I am not easily impressed but most of the work throughout the film was well-done. 

I’ll be honest, my first thought about dreamgirls was a big budget Hip Hopera (Mtv’s Carmen, anyone? Bueller?). But seeing the film has changed that perception. Jamie Foxx does well but Jennifer Hudson steals the show. 

Loosely based on the story of Diana Ross and the Supremes, Jennifer’s character is a mix of both Mary Wilson and Florence, the original member who died penniless after basically being forced out of the group by Diana. Fortunately, Jennifer’s character doesn’t meet such a demise. Talented, vivacious and overly self-absorbed she brings life into her character where you lose sight of an actress playing a part and fall into the life of Effie White. 

On the other hand, Bouncy was there and of course is the name that draws most people to the theater. I must say though, I attempt not to hate often, but I have to say one of my favorite parts in the movie….please stop reading now if you don’t want a slight spoiler

one more chance





last chance

When Jamie says to Bouncy: “You know why I chose you to sing lead?”

“No, why?”

“Because your voice has no depth or personality.”

Ooh, no truer statement has yet been spoken. 

Well what do you expect, I told you I didn’t like her. Geez.

I need a nap

I have a few friends outside of my race. To some this may be common place but in Mississippi it is few and far between. The divide is still ever present. I have a friend who openly admits that she was raised thinking that all Black people were thieves. She was a young adult before she understood most criminal acts have nothing to do with color and everything to do with class. I have another friend who openly admits that her family is prejudice against Blacks. The beauty of these relationships is that we are able to have a relationship at all. 

I come from a background myself that frowns upon mingling with the lighter persuasion. As an adult I just find the entire mentality quite limiting on both sides. I understand one thing and that people can hurt you despite what color they are. 

We are taught from very young ages to judge others on appearance. Colors are presented to us as early as words. 

I remember being no more than four or five, standing in Wal-Mart with another little White girl, running my hand down the steel divider, when I brushed her hand. She ran to her mother and said she had gotten dirty because I touched her. As a child, automatically, I compared us. Our clothes were similar, our cleanliness, our hair, what stood out as our difference was our color. Why was she dirty because I touched her, because my skin resembled dirt? 

I never said anything to my mother. But, toppling the lessons my mother sent me as a child to be twice as good as Whites, twice as smart, what I heard was that I was half a person. 

Ironically, I am very secure in my ethnicity. I am not super sensitive but I am cautious by nature. This, however, came with time and knowledge. 

As an adult I make it a point not to assume to understand someone or their experience because of their color. Have I encountered some scars from people who held on to racial inadequacies in our acquaintance? Yes, most definitely. Am I bitter about it? Not at all. It is hard to speak for an entire race every single day of your life. Instead what I find more realistic is just to be me. This allows rational people a look at an individual who has much to offer to my background and so forth. I say a rational person because only an irrational person would think one human being can speak or represent an entire montage of culture, history and ancestry in which case refuting such ideal would be pointless anyway wouldn’t you say?

Stereotypical Race Poem

I was born caramel brown
lightly breaded
heavy headed
and I am here
if you will listen
take heed to my thoughts
and not my skin
extra crispy
I won’t beg for your attention
You’re trying too hard not to notice
I will
be me 
and you will respect me for it
you will
appreciate the difference
I contribute 
you will
recognize
this caramel brown 
and apply the stigma 
throughout 
the stereotypes you rolodex
you will 
classify me
and thats fine
because I know 
at least 
you are listening
to the difference
that underlines the us
you hate
for being well done