What You Call Me?

You are who and what you are. I always say that, and I fully respect people that make no apologies for being whom and what they are. I am, however, having a hard time accepting the adjectives that most people use to describe me.


I would love to be described as ‘dope’ and put into the ‘super fly’ ass category like Erykah Badu. She seems like that homegirl that everyone likes kicking it with. I get placed in the ‘sensual/seductive’ category with Jill. I stan hard for some Jill Scott and have every album she’s created. I take it as a compliment, and I totally get the comparisons in writing styles, but sometimes I wish people could see past the sex in my work and into the true heart of it, which is the soul. My image means a lot to me, so perhaps subconsciously that is the only side of me I allow most people to see because it is the least controversial. My rebellious revolutionary thinking other half shows in my strength of will and refusal to conform to society’s placating way of thinking. It shows when I am with my family and friends. I am blunt, logical, and kick some pretty profound ish from time to time. I easily mesh with my guy friends without being too over the top and hard to deal with. At least I think so.

As for appearances, I get labeled ‘sexy’ more oft than not and compared to the likes of Kim Kardashian, Meagan Good, and Jessica Rabbit. I get that. I’m super curvy. Sometimes it would be nice to simply be referred to as cute, pretty, or down to earth, though. I feel like people are always expecting to get the sexpot enigma from me. My best friend told me, “Sorry if Erykah had your body, NOBODY would call her dope and fly except as an afterthought. You on that Meagan Good shit...I'm sick of everybody seeing me as a sex symbol. Um, bitch, have you seen you and your Jessica Rabbit looking ass? I'm just saying, I am not gay and the first thing I think about when I see you, unpregnant Kim and Meagan is 'sexy.’ Sorry, Quai-Quai, but even in a bun, glasses and a t-shirt you still look like walking sex.” Welp, I suppose it is what it is and I should stop crying about it. Everyone needs a Scorpio and a Libra as friends. They seem to match us Virgo people in bluntness and lack of tact. She wasn’t calling me a bitch, by the way. Yeah, we don’t get down like that.

I guess what I am basically ranting on about is lack of people seeing the other qualities being overshadowed by the more dominate ones. What are some of the adjectives used to describe you? What are the ones you prefer?