I’m a Black woman.
I’m on a budget.
I have always loved Halloween.
I wouldn’t be caught dead at the Halloween Parade these days.
I’m not necessarily sure I want to be present at whatever corny Halloween shenanigans my company it doing.
Basically, I just want to sit at my desk and roam the streets in a costume on Halloween.
And this year, I’ve figured out a way to do that.
I’ve decided to be Solange on the iconic cover of her hit album, “A Seat at The Table.”
Think of it.
All I need is a wig, some duckbill clips and I don’t even have to wear any make-up (right, like I’m leaving my home without make-up). I can judge the people who don’t know who I’m dressed as and high five and kiki with those who do all while honoring a great album and a talented Black artist, sitting back, looking cute and not having to fiddle with an stupid mask, glitter everywhere, bunny ears (though I like some bunny ears) or anything that sticks out, melts, falls down or needs to be constantly adjusted.
I’m weary of the ways of the world.
Now everyone will know!