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\"\"<\/a>February 14, Its nestled so innocently in what would otherwise be my favorite month. \u00a0Every February of my compulsory education was spent finally learning about Black people.\u00a0 Growing up this was a once a year event and I was always inspired.\u00a0 In February I felt I had the potential to do anything,\u00a0 go to the moon, be president, invent the next big whatever- like all the people before me I could make my mark on the world.<\/p>\n

Even when you are 10 years old you can clearly see the caste system of American society.\u00a0\u00a0 There are those that are expected to have and those that are expected to have not.\u00a0\u00a0 In February I felt all bets were off, if\u00a0 a black man in the segregated America could a invent heart surgery then surely a chubby black girl from NJ could make something of herself .<\/p>\n

Then I went to college with a few scholarships, and then I lost said scholarships and started my life on the pole.\u00a0 I take full responsibility; it was my choice to go into dancing.\u00a0 No one held a gun to my head and said, \u201cShake your ass ,bitch.\u201d\u00a0 But shake my ass I did and quite well for a girl my size, and since that choice years ago I\u2019ve spent every Valentine\u2019s day alone, save for one.<\/p>\n

You see, most men cannot see the world the way I do one where I’m just a still that little girl trying\u00a0desperately\u00a0to make her mark on the world. \u00a0Majority of men are very much part of the established world, while they might enthusiastically fight against the conventions surrounding race, or other accepted “worthy” battles, they hardly challenge the convention surrounding strippers and sex workers.\u00a0 Despite knowing, touching and fucking a woman that breaks almost all of them.<\/p>\n

For most men , women are split into two groups,\u00a0 I call them Juliets and Rosalinds.\u00a0 Juliets are the wives, the respected, protected and sought after. Rosalinds, well they are the girls you forget about completely when you meet a Juliet or the ones you fuck for sport after you feel you\u2019ve secured yourself a Juliet. \u00a0Like any other category of human, one man\u2019s Juliet is another\u2019s Rosalind but there are some actions that just guarantee a woman\u2019s place in one of those groups.<\/p>\n

Sadly, because of my choice to be a dancer, \u00a0I have become a Rosalind.\u00a0 In turn Valentine\u2019s Day henceforth and forevermore is canceled.\u00a0\u00a0 It’s hard for someone that is not in my shoes to fathom the sheer amount of bitterness and resentment this can build up in a woman.<\/p>\n

On Valentine\u2019s Day the world stops and declares love the greatest gift on Earth, the most valuable and powerful on Earth \u2013 unless of course you are a Rosalind.\u00a0 This is the day were your head smacks into that glass ceiling in the hierarchy of women and you have to face the truth.\u00a0\u00a0 You have rendered your love worthless.<\/p>\n

Very few people fight against the world and win, and you are not the exception.\u00a0 So on this day and the days leading up to and trailing after you have to watch amours hold hands, canoodle and just belong to one another knowing full well that it will never be you.<\/p>\n

Despite all the songs on the radio, most men aren\u2019t falling in love with a stripper.\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, and you are a stripper, you can call it exotic dancing, go-go dancing whatever- you are a stripper.\u00a0\u00a0 The state of being a stripper will trump any and all other achievements in your life.<\/p>\n

Graduated from college with honors? Still a stripper.<\/p>\n

Got published in a magazine for the first time? Stripper.<\/p>\n

Working a respectable corporate job?\u00a0 Congrats you\u2019re a stripper in suit.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no running away, there\u2019s no going back.\u00a0 On Valentine\u2019s Day you watch the world live your dream, of simply loving and being loved in returned.\u00a0 That\u2019s just something beyond your grasp.\u00a0 Despite your superior upper strength ( which one needs for pole dancing)\u00a0 you aren\u2019t strong enough to fight against the world\u2019s perception of you, of HIS perception of you.<\/p>\n

Valentine\u2019s Day is a day that has come to symbolize everything I\u2019ve lost in life. The panic I feel knowing I\u2019ll be facing my golden years alone, unless I get knocked up. \u00a0It\u2019s a day I feel defeated, invisible and alone.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The love songs on the radio are not for me, the flowers being sold on the corner will not be bought for me and the cards on the shelf will never be addressed \u201cMy Dear N\u2019jaila\u201d.<\/p>\n

So I have to rage against it, for the sake of my own heart, I have to hate this day and everything it represents to me.\u00a0 Just because the world sees me as nothing I have to see myself as worthwhile.\u00a0 I am not my job corporate or exotic.<\/p>\n

So fuck you Valentine\u2019s Day for every stripper waiting for a guy to throw away the worlds view of her and see the truth.\u00a0 Fuck every box of chocolate; every bare-assed cupid and all the stupid hope and dreams they deny me.<\/p>\n

Oh \u2026 and Peppero day can eat a dick too.<\/p>\n\n

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