The Emancipation of Emoree

by Grey Huffington

Nothing is hard unless you proclaim it to be and we don’t do that. Not in here.”

If there was nothing else in the world that I loved, it was the essence of a black woman. And, that shit couldn’t be fabricated, duplicated or correctly imitated.

“How the presence of admiration can alter one’s functionality? How suppression can be of assistance in the physical, mental and emotional malfunctions? Or how every damn time you see me, your heart beats at a pace unheard of by man. At the sound of my voice, something within you shutters.”

You need a nigga to make you feel loved and important. You need a nigga that needs you and isn’t afraid to show that shit. You need someone to free you from whatever is holding you captivated. You need me. I’m your emancipation.”

“I want to be happy. Whatever that means for me. I don’t care if that happiness comes from within or with a partner. I’m not the woman to believe that your life is only complete if there’s a male presence in it. I mean, yes… I want a man, but it isn’t my life’s goal. There’s so much more to life than that.

I think marriage is a luxury of life that not everyone will experience. I may not be one of those people, but that doesn’t make me any less of a woman.”