The Chevrolet Caprice (ka-pree-sh) is a full-sized automobile produced by Chevrolet in North America from 1965 to 1996 model years. Full-size Chevrolet sales peaked in 1965 with over a million sold. A million sold!
Chevy Caprice has classic, timeless, and phenomenal beauty. You ever been in awe of a classic car? When one passes you by you are always enthralled to look, gasp, or take a picture for keepsake? Even the name Chevy Caprice has a nice ring to it, and you just know based off the look and frame it will be amazing. It represents luxury, dedication, grand nostalgic times and is widely sought after. The value and appreciation soars with each restoration. The Chevy Caprice, a fine look of representation.

I have a look, one that has been mocked, mimicked, made fun of, and mushed.
Yes! Mushed!
You know when someone takes their hand and places it upon your forehead and proceed with that “gone head now” behavior?
Oh, how I’ve been mushed!
Mishandled, misused, misunderstood, and misread in a room full of scholars. I’ve been misled.
I’ve tiptoed around still holding on to hope that I wouldn’t be misinterpreted. The lectures that leave my lips are often misquoted and I’ve been told I use my pen to write words that are mis ordered.
I ordered a representation shake without a side of cultural and racial divides and a hot baked realization cake. I wanted to be labeled “please take one” too and “handle with care”. The representation I felt was anything but fair.
Then, I thought I was a mistake. The way I was representing myself, I thought the world around me was the bigger stake. The reward, with a plot twist treat, I missed Thanksgiving that year, I didn’t want nothing to eat.
I’ve been missing myself so much I watched vivid imagery of me behind the scenes of my own life.
This is a black woman’s story, no TLC, a lifetime achievement award, I should own plenty.
I am a proud African American.
Increasingly proud!
Even though when I speak my voice don’t always boom as loud.
I growl.
I meow
I slither and sometimes depending on my food intake I am a cow!
But a Black Woman I am… Wow

I often lay speechless of the constant misrepresentation of the human species.
Be courteous, poise, polite and practice neatness.
But what shall I do, if when I turn on the tv all I see is the ‘who’s who”, one of those guys and a whole lotta of you who’s?
Representation matters to me too!
I wish to see more inclusivity of the enormous amounts of creativity. Let it blossom from every tv screen, rich in color, live in dramatic wedding scenes.
And I wish for justice to be served on the first string, when the call to protect is answered its answered on the first ring.
Did you know I have 68 locks in my head? Each one tells a nonfiction saturated story from each leading root of red.
Or the sea of blue, either way you understand where I’m leaning too. I want someone on each team to look like me too.
From The little girl in me, with the bright eyes and big buck teeth, unhappily traveling throughout life like ever changing like leaves, imperfectly perfect like Eve, and timeless like a Chevy Caprice, please know it will take YOU to make sure you are represented well with peace and dignity. Please don’t leave the representation of those without mirrored remedy. Please don’t worry about the color of your skin please don’t struggle if you don’t feel right within. Do represent all is you. Happily, and free.
Representation matters, its classic, timeless, looks like you, me, and a Chevy Caprice.

“Distribute this letter into every space… I hope to change the world one letter at a time.”
-Gie Santana