I confess that I’m an undercover ratchet chick. For many people, this may come as a complete shock. To others, I am positive that they are cackling with delight by this admission. The struggle is real y’all. Please know that I ask for deliverance. Black progression is extremely important to me. I have protested, written commentary and used my voice to speak against the injustices in our community but I, also, indulge in some good ratchetry. I’m talking “drinking Boones Farm from the bottle while popping gum” ratchetry. Some folks call me “bourgeois” but I have a dark side.
I live for a good twerk. Yes, I know that you just rolled your eyes with disgust but hear me out. It is ratchet. Twerking is ratchet as hell but there is nothing more liberating than “making it clap” or ” backing it up” to your favorite ratchet hits. Detroit-born and raised, it runs in my blood and throw on some Detroit Techno (oh you MUST click this link) and it’s a wrap for the kid. The turn up happens on the spot. I, also, get delivered on Friday mornings with Tampa’s booty mix with nostalgic twerk classics like “Happy and You Know It”. I am sure Mr.Negra With Tumbao is thankful for my talents as I am a bonafide twerker. You will NEVER catch me looking like the likes of Miss Cyrus. Even at 41 years of age, I will put in work. Don’t judge me!
I, emphatically, LOVE a good kiki. I have them with my closest friends and my younger sister. I am at MY WORST with mis hermanas de blogging- Sili and Yanira. We get our eternal lives in hell screaming “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas bitch!” or a “Bitch Wut?”. Being ratchet allows us to express ourselves in ways that convey EXACTLY how we feel. Sometimes, you just have to say things how they fall from your lips. We create our own sanctuary of ratchetness so we can drop our eff bombs in peace. Oh yes and we are notorious for the voice switchback. Our non-threatening sister girl voices are the bee’s knees ( Insert Bambi eyes).
Now you would never catch me in these streets with a bad lace front, being drunk in public or fighting on a video but you will catch me tuning in for Love and Hip Hop (all the installments) and Basketball Wives. Tami Roman, Joseline Hernandez and Rasheeda are my “best friends” in my head. I can appreciate sisters that don’t take shit and aren’t afraid to speak their minds. Being ratchet, does allow for certain privileges that reserved people don’t get. Most people aren’t willing to face a rachetera and that can work for you. I’m not mad at all. You can, comfortably, not care and be ok with yourself. Mis amores- THAT is liberating!
Although my community, people, and professional relationships are important to me and I make a conscious effort to be an articulate and respectful black woman, I AM a sister from Detroit. It is with that zest and “in your face” attitude that I’ve accomplished many things and people don’t even attempt to walk over me. So in those moments where women have turned up their noses at my brash or seemingly unrefined responses- I, simply, respond with this….