I
Anita Baker, Fairy Tales
Don’t look for pie up in the sky, baby
Need reality, no
Said I
Don’t feel the need to be
Pacified
Don’t you try
Honey, I know you lie…
Looking back, it’s odd that for so long, “Sweet Love” was my favorite Anita Baker song. Or maybe not. Maybe, in those years between 5 and 30, I needed to believe. In romance. Transcendence. Optimism. I needed to dream beyond life in my childhood home with my mother, grandmother, and aunt on Cleveland’s East Side.
Knowing what I know now, I see the cracks in the narrative. That the event that propelled me forward—a morning in spring 1996 that I don’t talk about—also shattered my world. It wasn’t an attack or assault. There was no danger and no physical harm. But, crawling into my grandmother’s bed as dawn cracked over my family’s three bedroom house with no idea how I would face the school day ahead, I was irrevocably broken.
I understand why that girl needed to believe.
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