Song of myself (Ayesha’s song) my song

I admit it. I sing myself. It’s funny how that makes me laugh so much when I am at home alone in my bedroom in complete darkness. I think oh my God “I sing myself” and suddenly I hear a woman’s voice call me “chocolate chip” and I just think wow I’ve grown up. I’m 36 now! I’ve come a long way from where I started from, from my Al-Karim School days to 2017 that’s for sure. I got into Cave Canem twice. I feel racially conscious. I even got an 86% on my Kwanzaa and African Americans paper for ECE 210 class this semester. I have been race conscious since I was in my 20s. My grandmother would buy an EBONY magazine subscription for me when I was in my 20s in her name. Now I have EBONY and ESSENCE magazines subscriptions and I am doing much better since turning age 30. I took WRAP three times at NAMI Mercer NJ. I had my grandma call me the other day to say hello. Grandma’s hair is gray and a part of me hates aging and gray hair so much I want to ask her for permission to dye her hair for her. I have a few gray hairs in the front. I hate the thought of going gray. I found Clairol’s Beautiful Collection in Rich Walnut a dark brown hair color for my hair when I start needing to color my hair to cover my gray hair. I am going to be dark and lovely wearing that hair color. I want to give a shout out to all the bloggers and internet savvy people who have online portfolios. This blog is my baby!