Sheets: We aren’t talking music

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I had to comment about the events of (1/6/2021) that transpired.

If you have followed me for a while then you remember my social media quips about one job in particular that came with a cast of characters: a group of girls I called the RUSSIANS who constantly pushed the racial line, the many microaggressions of my mediocre white male bosses and coworkers, and the blatant sexual harassment.

I am tired of living through police brutality, having to be twice as good to go half as far, and the fact that a group of white people could storm the capital with weapons and get to go home and sleep in their beds on their nice white sheets. I worked in the ninth circle of hell for nine years and much like the happenings of yesterday, I would watch the crazy happen around me.

Most workplace racism starts off subtle, a missed promotion, a conversation about accent, or even an off putting comment about hair. Oh but not this job! This job was like the capitol heist; it was loud and abrasive. I was called ethnic when I wore my hair curly and I was called a black bitch when I was outspoken in a meeting. I was told I took a job away from a perfectly talented white person and I was just a minority hire. I should be happy they took pity on me and I was employed. Whenever I did something great, I was told I was mediocre. That misogyny and racism, it wears on you. It makes me feel like things like this are supposed to happen, and maybe I was supposed to deal with it. I did it for nine years… the day I got fired I was sad but thrilled. It was because I had come into work early that week and paper-clipped a draft document instead of stapling.

You ask why did I stay? There has to be places better than that right? In retrospect, I ask myself that every day. I was told I was a rule breaker and I wouldn’t “toe the line” and maybe I would be of better use folding sweaters at a Gap. I was supposed to be pretty, do my job, and not ask questions. I was supposed to be a good negro and that’s how you keep a job in Corporate America. I remember unemployment laughed when they got the firing report. The unemployment person told me, “Baby, you don’t have to deal with them anymore, you are free.”

And that’s who I will continue to be, I write what I feel, I say what I want, and I call people out when I feel things are wrong. So to all the terrorists, racist bosses, and arrogant exes, you haven’t broken me yet, I will continue the fight, and you’ve only made me LOUDER….

Black Lives Matter



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Krysty Del

Krysty Del


I’m just a girl standing in front of her computer asking you to read her. A writer of wrongs. A place where psychology, dating, politics, and fashion meet.