Unapologetically Black and Poetic

Sometimes I feel like I fall into the black female stereotype a little too often. I don’t mean to and I don’t mean not to. I’m loud, bossy, I clap my hands sometimes, (only because it’s the scarborough coming out) and I have opinions that are usually visible on my face. But, I feel that without my permission, especially in public settings, I can be placed under the loud black girl with an attitude label. I definelty won’t deny that this label exists and that there are black women who fall under it but it’s frustrating that as a whole, black females are generally represented this way. With any stereotype comes the distortion of reality and truth. Every black girl is not the same, just upon a first glance don’t assume that’s the case. This loud, speak my mind type of confidence I have is what has greatly contributed to my character and how I express my creativity and my poetry.

A friend once told me that she is always so shocked and amazed  when I perform because of how eloquent I speak. At first, I was offended, like aren’t I that articulate all the time??  I guess not, but as I began to reflect, my poetry has been that outlet where I do channel more of my serious, “intellectual” and smooth-spoken self. For the most part,  I can accredit my attitude and energy to giving my writing it’s personality, if I wasn’t as outspoken as I am in public, how could I expect to be as bold in my poetry.  When I speak, I communicate out of passion and enthusiasm, I speak to the fullness of emotions. To many it may seem ghetto or extra but I think there is a fine line that I try not to cross in terms of being disrespectful in that manner. For anybody who knows me, they know I am full of “oomph” and that translates into the liveliness I try to bring to life for myself and for others. As much as it would be ideal to distance myself from this “negative representation”, I don’t plan on it. However, I do plan to show people how unapologetically black and poetic  I am and how I won’t allow people’s perception about how black I’m being, stop me from achieving or being myself.

I hope many of you out there will find enough confidence to embrace attributes society doesn’t alway shed the best light on. Work off of your strengths and continue to work on your weaknesses, who knows how they will balance each other out! Don’t apologize for not being like everybody else, be an individual and represent yourself!

Keara Clarke

Passion Feature

My name is Shaqkeara K.C Clarke, and I’m an artist. Before I never really considered myself an artist until I realized that everyone introduced me as one. I just saw what I did as a way of life. I live it everyday, I incorporate it in everything I do, how I dress, when I cook, when I clean, every and anything. I first realized for myself that I was an artist when I was in the second grade. I was a quiet little black girl in a school with predominantly Asian students so already I stood out. I even felt as if I was singled out. But one particular incident I knew I was out right being picked on. I remember my teacher Mrs. Guyatt had given us a social studies assignment where we were given a country and we were to ask our family and friends about their people, traditions and land. I was given Kenya. Along with a few sentences we were to draw a picture. I remember it as if I drew it yesterday. I drew a black man with his wife and child harvesting vegetables. I know, fancy for a 7 year old. But I took my time with this. I even recall my mothers criticism, she knew of my artistic capabilities so she pushed me hard from a very young age and even supported my decisions in pursuing all things art. When the assignment was due I handed it in with pride, something I never did through out elementary school. When my teacher saw my work in the pile of homework she called me to the front of the class and accused me of handing in work that didn’t belong to me, she even called my mother. I remember this all so well because I never showed my pictures to anyone after that, not even my mother.
I grew up trying to figure out what I’d become because of my embarrassment, when in reality I wanted to pursuit art. I knew I couldn’t do anything else even if I wanted to. Not that I wasn’t smart enough, but because I knew I wouldn’t be happy. It was the reason I didn’t know exactly what I wanted  to do, so I spent two years after high school trying to make up my mind. I wanted to do it all. I felt magical. As if anything I touched could somehow be turned into gold. From a t-shirt to the dresser it goes in. I was making something better than it already was or creating it myself and I found joy in that. I wouldn’t give that up for the world. To be honest, I don’t even want to be wealthy, as long as I can live comfortably, I am happy with what I do.
When I finally decided to go back to college for Interior Decorating, I was overwhelmed. I doubted myself. Not because I didn’t think I could do it, but because I didn’t want to make the wrong decision in choosing my career. Fast forward a few months later and I couldn’t be happier. Yes college is expensive but I definitely see where my money is going. I’ve improved as an artist and just a creator in general. I love doing what I do and what it does for others. I realized that my art isn’t just for me. It is for everyone. My art has affected others in ways I couldn’t imagine and for that I am grateful. When I do, I am leaving this earth with a piece of me left behind. Not only on paper but in the memories of anyone that has ever seen my art, and that is why I am and always will be an artist.
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