the gloves are off...

i been in a bit of a funk up here in VT. when everything changes at once - location, job, living situation - it's hard to put a finger the source of the problem. i figured it out today. it's the white folks. i always hesitate to go there 'cause i know a lot of cool ass white folks and i don't want to generalize. i prefer white folks who have already been pre-exposed to black folks (or just darker skinned folks in general) becuase the folks up here like to stare. they stare because this state is 97% white. they stare at me wherever i go. i'm talking about mouth open mesmerized stares.
now ya'll know i'm used to getting stared at. i'm a six foot tall black woman. the staring makes me feel isolated. the sense of isolation makes me angry, and i take the anger out on myself (most of the time). well now the gloves are coming off.
right now, i am an angry black person... um, wait... i've always been and an angry black person. now, i shall communicate my anger. i will allow myself to feel and process the stares. there is a lot to be learned here.