Who am I?

I am a woman. I have kids. I am married. We own our own home. I had a successful career. I chose to step off the career ladder to stay at home and look after my kids. I am a stay at home mother.

I was brought up in a home where class was never discussed; maybe because I was never brought up in England. You either had it or you didn’t.  My parents own their home. They taught me that in order to get what you want out of life you have to work hard for it.

And boy did I work hard. As I climbed the career ladder getting promotion after promotion, I never once thought that my race was of any importance  whether I could do my job or not. If I never got a job I never thought it was because I was black.

Now, as a mum I now find myself having to not only define myself as a black woman, but I also have to own my class too.

According to the English Dictionary, the definition of the middle class is as follows:

Middle Class – The social group between the upper and working classes, including professional and business workers and their families.

So I am now a middle class black mum.

Now why would you think I would need to define myself according to my class?

Can I not just be a woman? Well it seems I cannot.

I do not care for the British class system that’s why I can take on this title, Black middle class mum as I feel nothing for it.

I am a woman and I am not perfect.


Angry Black Woman

Ay yes, the label Angry Black Woman, otherwise known as A.B.W. If you ever think of raising an objection to something you don’t like in public, be very very careful as you could be labeled as the Angry Black Women. At school if you find that you would like to tell the teacher a piece of your mind for not giving your darling son or daughter the quality time that they need, be warned as you could be labeled as an Angry Black Woman. In a designer store, where the shop assistants ignore you for the other lady with the better handbag, pretend you don’t care or you could be called an Angry Black Woman. If you are in the park and your son accidently hits another precious child and the parent comes over ready to tear into you, just smile and quickly apologize or you could be called an Angry Black Woman. As a middle class black mum guess what you are on a fine line between being called a fish wife and respectable and don’t you know it.