“I’m Not a Scholar — I’m a Storyteller. And That’s Why Y’all Read Me.”
Every now and then, somebody online will try to hand me a pen I never asked for.
Not a cute pen… not a glitter pen… not even a Dollar Tree pen.
No — they want me to write like a scholar.
Baby, if you want a thesis statement, bibliography, and footnotes… go visit Harvard.edu.
Over here? We do things a little different.
The other night I was watching this documentary on James Baldwin — a legend, an icon, a man who dragged America with vocabulary the way Housewives drag each other with wigs. A girl stood up and asked him how she should write. And Baldwin, genius that he was, basically told her: write in your voice, not the one people expect.
That hit me. Because lately?
Folks on Facebook been trying me.
I posted something real — something happening right here in the messy, dramatic, unpredictable reality universe we live in — and somebody hopped in the comments talking about:
“This looks fake. AI. Fake news.”
First of all:
AI did not start the drama.
AI did not film the mess.
AI did not cause the chaos.
I just reported it like the local gossip station that I am.
Second of all:
If you think I’m sitting here inventing fake storylines for entertainment… sweetie, look around. Real life is already giving everything it needs to give — drama, chaos, scandals, shade, breakups, meltdowns, and poorly timed Facebook Lives.
And third:
Don’t call me “sensitive” because I defend my craft.
I’ve been writing for years. I’ve got over 100,000 views and real readers who come for my voice — not for academia.
You will never get a dry, scholarly, 18-paragraph analytic essay from me. That’s not my ministry.
What you will get is:
- Drama with a sprinkle of truth
- Storytelling with seasoning
- A little shade (organic, fresh, and locally grown)
- Opinions with flavor
- Articles that read like you’re sitting on the couch with me saying “Girl, now what happened?”
Some writers give NPR.
I give Bravo Reunion with receipts, popcorn, and a side-eye.
And you know what?
That’s okay.
That’s me.
Everybody isn’t meant to write like a professor sipping tea out of a tiny cup. Some of us are storytellers. Some of us write with rhythm, personality, life, attitude, and a little “scandalous sparkle.” Some of us bring the entertainment value people are too scared to put in their own writing.
So let me say it clearly for the people in the back who think AI wrote my brain:
My posts aren’t fake. My voice isn’t fake. My stories aren’t fake.
The mess is real — and I just happen to be talented enough to report it.
I’m not a scholar.
I’m not trying to be a scholar.
I don’t even want to sit next to a scholar unless they know how to laugh.
I’m a writer with flair.
I’m dramatic on purpose.
I spice up my articles because real life is spicy.
And if that makes some people uncomfortable?
Tell them to go read a textbook.
Meanwhile, my readers — the ones who’ve been riding with me for years — know exactly why they show up:
Because I write like me, and only I can do that.