about me: mercedes.

my favorite flower is the peony.
when i drive, i wish i had a hand to hold.
sometimes when i drink too much
i become semi-fluent in spanglish.
my cat likes to eat my plant and it irritates me sometimes, but i can never stay mad at her.
i am a feminist.
i am currently writing this with my robe on that i accidentally got peanut butter on just moments ago.
sometimes i wish i had someone to cook for, but also, it’s nice not worrying about someone else’s palate.
i’m growing my hair back out.
not too long though.
i love an all black outfit.
beyonce is a goddess
and zoe saldana is my woman crush everyday.
i have about 6 different mugs
but i drink coffee in the same one every morning.
i say “fuck” a lot and i don’t think my family knows/understands/cares to know how much i swear.
i won’t smile if my lips aren’t moisturized.
but my lips are always moisturized.
coconut oil>olive oil.
my coworkers bought me 2 packs of wintergreen altoids for my birthday and i couldn’t find words accurate enough to express my appreciation.
my favorite color is navy blue.
i suck at applying makeup.
when i sleep, i spread my body into an “x” and take up my whole bed.
it’s the best
and sometimes i feel bad for my future husband.
i think about religion a lot
and i’m pretty confident aliens exist.
a lot of times, i write about boys and love and other stupid things, but i figured i’d write about myself for once.

when life gives you lemons, make a whiskey sour.

“Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink.”

strong biracial woman.

the way that the vanilla blends perfectly with a double shot of espresso.

i am a strong biracial woman.

not a bit of confusion is dwelling on my intellectual work-space. you utter i’m a tragic mulatto, or a half-breed. but, like the shores on the sea, i am the perfect mix of gaea and poseidon. strong and untouchable. the locks on my head parallel to medusa, and before you know it…chip chip chip. that’s the sound of me cultivating your stone heads.

i am a strong biracial woman.

like the leather out of an alexander mcqueen spring 2013 catalog, i am as genuine as it gets. don’t mistake me for a mcqueen being hustled on the streets. because remember,

i am a strong biracial woman.

for you, it’s having that special pet name that makes you feel like you are floating in and out of clouds, and, those kisses on your collar, and, being gripped by your thighs that sends a chill through your bones. but, for me, it’s those educated individuals that get me going. yet, society can’t comprehend how an “exotic” woman like me could even be exposed to such things.

does it shock you? does it hurt you? to know that i am going above and beyond your expectations for me? i would say i’m sorry…but i’m not. so instead, i’d rather keep on chipping away at you while i rise.

the words of maya angelou that flow off my tongue easier than my own do..

“Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide.

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.”

my name is mercedes, and i am a strong, biracial woman.