Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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I jumped out of my sleep hearing the alarm go off. I looked at the clock and it was eight thirty the kids are late for school. I still have to make their lunches, feed them breakfast. Make their father's lunch before he goes off to work.
"Logan wake up please" I shook him before I got out of the bed.
"Lettie what is wrong?" He sat up looking crazy with his hair all over his head.
"It's almost nine" I rushed out the room.
I went to Clover room because she is fifteen. She helps me most times.
I am twenty-five, yes you heard right and Clover is fifteen. I turned ten the day I gave birth to her. I am Emirati, which is Arab. Looking at me I, yes I am considered black which is fine because decent from Africa. So, like I was saying I was born in Dubai and at age nine I was sexually assaulted by a tourist from Asia.
I grew up in UAE which is United Arab Emirates then my family decided to move to the America. Why I don't know, but here we are. I now have additional five kids.
I have and eight year old Clementine, a six year old Ona, a four year old Milo, and twins two year old's Piper and Penny. Yes, all five of them have the same father Logan. I met him the first year we moved to Miami when I was sixteen, year later there was Clementine. The rest just followed along somehow.
"Clover it's time to get up" I pulled the cover off her head.
"Mom why?" She said.
"Your going to be late for school, can you please get Clemency and Milo up. I have to get the twins" I said rubbing her hair.
"Mom it's Saturday, we don't have school" she opened her eyes.
"Huh?" I said.
"Saturday" she pointed to her calendar on the wall.
I walked over to the wall, and it was indeed Saturday. I just laughed and covered her with the cover. I laughed all the way back to the bedroom where Logan was rushing getting dressed.
"Lottie? Get dressed" he said.
"It's Saturday" I laughed sitting on the bed.
"Your joking?" He stared at me.
"Nope" I smiled at him.
"Man we are two young to feel this old."
"I know, I know. I still have to work at ten, and we have to feed the horses the pigs are going to go crazy if we don't get out there" I added.
