One of the kids at school said that I 'reminded him'
of someone...that I looked familiar.
Later he shouted out that it was because I looked like
Santa Claus. I don't think so.
I put the book down and explained;
a) I am not having anyone sit on me,
b) I am not jovial,
c) I am not getting on any rooftops,
d) I do not look good in red, and
e) they sure as hell weren't getting any free toys!
That seemed to clear the matter up nicely.
But I did tell the Devil Children that 'Madea'
was my Momma, and she taught me everything
she knew.
"Your Momma Miss Mabel?" they queried,
shocked.
"Yes," I said, with a knowing look.
"Your Momma a man dressed up like a
woman!" yelled one defiant upstart.
"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOMMA!"
I screeched, while lurching forward slightly.
"I'll go get the grits and skillet!" I added,
perhaps unnecessarily.
They were much better after that.
Don't get it twisted.
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"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." -George Orwell............... That unique and wondrous thing hiding out inside of you.....it's life, looking for every opportunity to burst forth onto the scene. Your voice. Your vision. Your power. Feel it, and free it...today.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
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