How I Found the Courage to Speak up to my Boss

It would be easy enough to blame it on my childhood. How I grew up under the (loving) dictatorship of a Jamaican mom who told us that “talking back” would have us taken out of this world by the very person who brought us in it: her. #GrowingUpCaribbean #GrowingUpBlack

Either way, this notion of speaking up to authority, airing out grievances, as something I could do – would have to do – seemed impossible up until a few weeks ago when I slipped on my big girl panties for one of the first times in 2016 and confronted somebody.

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