Thanks to Something Within, I find out that someone who disagrees with Maya Angelou's choice called her a 'ho.' In response to that, the good Rev. Dr. Weems has asked of us young women (This is a good day/reason not to be in your 20s.) what boundaries we have established. Check our her entry "Baby Girl, Where's Your Line in the Sand?" (Link at right of page.)

I don't have time to get into how much 79 years of living warrants bowing at your feet... yet. So this was my response to Dr. Weems' question. I'll be back, but I need to be on time for work.

Just when we earned a little time at the grown women’s table (thank you for the risk in letting us speak), somebody disrespected NaNa Griotess…now some that got to the table recognize that we might have to help others reach it by bringing a booster seat so they can just LISTEN. The truth of the matter is, there are many young women who draw lines, yet they leave the line and get distracted or they draw it in pencil so they can erase it or move it when somebody asks “Who drew it?” What one might forget is that Maya Angelou actually knows Hillary Clinton better than most of us know Barack Obama. At 79, She DREW a line. At 29, I know that creative discourse reflects the highest intellect and honor. Let us not forget that while we tear each other up, the men are fantasizing that there is mud involved, and working it out for each other. (Did I hear correctly that Genarlow Wilson is going to MOREHOUSE? Maybe not, but I get mad on a daily basis. Grrr…) To my young sisters out there, Maya drew a line. Dr. Weems wants to see the line we draw. Pick a good place. Then…USE A PEN!

I just realized that it could be understood that I am hating on Genarlow Wilson’s opportunity. I am not. I am concerned about what college this girl, who should be graduating, is going to and if anybody is hooking her up. She might not have been Black, but she was having sex at 15. Somebody should sign a dotted line for her.