Based on My Experiences. Enjoy!
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I step into my apartment and immediately begin my just-got-home ritual of flinging off my heels and wiggling out of my bra. I sigh in relief and massage my chocolatey breasts. As usual, I run my mind over my life as a black woman in corporate America, in a 99% Caucasian workplace. Most of my co-workers are civil, friendly even. Others are unbearable. It never fails that I walk down the main corridor and feel some old white mans eyes glued to my wide ass and hips. Even in baggy trousers I can’t hide the way my butt dances rhythmically as I walk. More than once I’ve been propositioned on my lunch break by some high profile white man who thinks I’ll drop to my knees at the number of zeros he offers me for a quick fuck. I really can’t believe the audacity and blatant foolishness.