blackgirl on mars: notes on a life in copenhagen (or how my alienation brings me closer to people).

My Sister #1 My sister makes dolls. She makes Black dolls. It was once illegal For Blacks to have Black dolls she says. There was once the Topsy- turvy doll White dolls with long skirts. .. long skirts which hid black dolls… the child played with her black doll, her doll that looked like her, that was brown like her that mirrored her… But when a white person came ‘round, the child turned the doll around. Hiding the black doll, but showing the White doll. And that’s how we survive… by Turning duplicity On its head…

As the old year crumbles into the new, there is just one thing I can't shake & that's the idea of support. There are so many people who, throughout the years, have believed in the madness of Lesley-Ann. I for one, think that is a VERY GOOD thing. Why? Cause it keeps me afloat. It's a great solace to know that there are people out there who believe in me. So, the first props goes out to Mother #1--My mother, Beryl Ann-Rose Brown. She always told me I can be a writer and guess what? I am! My sister--Shelley-Ann D'Anna Balbirsingh--Always there when I need her and she's like creative genius #1. If you guys think I'm a lot with my hats, publishing venture, blog and music, well you should see who inspires me! Shelley, You have been through a LOT these last couple of years. I know losing Anthony was like losing your heart. He was the love of your life but he has left you with the greatest gift ever: That of believing in yourself. He believes in you, I believe in y...