Look at you, Miss highty tighty, you think say you nice? You think you are a white lady now, you with your this and your that….
Apparently having ambition, a high self esteem, a fuck you attitude, liking nice things, wanting to be friends with people, black or white who see the world as glass half full instead of half empty, not blaming my skin colour if I fail at anything in life means I want to be white.
Here are some of my likes which apparently also means I want to be white.
I shop at John Lewis – I want to be white.
I shop at Net-A-Porter – I want to be white.
I like to hang in the sunshine – Do you think you need a tan love? Do you think you are a white lady?
I shop at second-hand shops – I want to be white.
I like Caribbean food – I’m black.
I like Farrow and Ball paint – I want to be white.
I like Green and Black Paint – I want to be white.
I shop at Selfridges – I want to be white.
I get my food shopping delivered by Ocado – I want to be white.
I wear my hair natural – I’m black.
I buy freshly cut flowers – I want to be white.
I live in an multi-cultured mixed area – Thank heavens you didn’t move to the British countryside my dear or we really would have called you the white lady!
I like to garden – Well that’s ok, just as long as you don’t grow shrubs love. That’s white.
I don’t smack my kids – that’s white. If you spare the rod, you will spoil the child. Don’t you know that?!
I like organic food – I want to be white.
I’m vegetarian – You are not Rastafarian dear, so eat some meat. That’s white.
I try to speak properly, most of the time – What, you chatting like a white lady now!
Buy hey, guess what?
I like organic food, because I grew up on a farm in the countryside and I know what fresh food taste like.
I shop at Ocado because they are the only ones who have delivered all my shopping ever. I have tried others. Don’t even think of ordering from Tesco at Christmas!
I shop at John Lewis, Net-A-Porter, Selfridges, Green and Black, Farrow and Ball and others, because I like nice things and when did liking nice things became only for white people?
I don’t smack my kids because I was smacked and I am breaking the abuse chain!
I like second-hand clothes because all those barrels sent over by foreign relatives had nothing but…
I like gardening and I like buying fresh flowers because oh that country-side childhood again…
You don’t know ME.