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February 15, 2017

2:20 P.M.

(If it were true you wouldn’t have to say it!!!)

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful Black Bebies!

I had a good night’s sleep.

It was weird because somebody came right by me, but he didn’t say nothing and I definitely wasn’t going to say nothing.

He let me watch him do his man work and I really dug it but I felt like I wasn’t supposed to know what he was doing.

Dang feminist made me take electric shop in school so I knew exactly how to do what he was trying to do.

He was connecting his truck brake lights to the back of a float.

I think I jinxed him

BECAUSE

It didn’t work.

I would’ve took everything apart and started all over until I got it to work but he may have been pressed for time because he just took it the way it was.

Probably wanted to hurry up and get it to wherever they’re going to decorate it. Mardi Gras is only two weeks away.

It was cool.

He almost left his power tool and I wasn’t going to say anything. Not because I wanted it (I didn’t) but because I didn’t want to compromise my position. I would have had fun with it. Maybe. It was a drill. I probably would’ve started taking stuff apart. LOL

I feel like I’m not supposed to know how to even drive much less how to use a power drill. It was so cool too because it had a light on it.

Girls are not supposed to know how to splice wires and put together cars.

I was remembering when my daughter was little, I bought her a Barbie Jeep (it was pink) but girls are not even supposed to know how to drive much less how to put it together. But I didn’t know then what I know now.

She’s supposed to be riding around with Ken or Jamal (Christie) not pushing her own whip.

Girls.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

This morning I got up early, buried my hair and then went to see Rock.

I keep changing his name.

The only other person close to me that I’ve done that with was my mother.

I started out calling her Mama, then Ma then Mamacita.

I don’t like her.

I wonder if that says anything about my relationship with Rock.

We still get along well but I had to use a little “magic” to stay with him because his family is trying to tear us apart.

I love them but they don’t like me because I hate devils.

Everytime I see him he has on a Treme’ something.

I LOVE IT!

The shirts call it “The Jazz Corner of the World”

I DON’T LIKE IT!

It should read, “THE BIRTHPLACE OF JAZZ”

I think they may be scared.

That statement holds a lot of weight.

BUT

It’s the TRUTH.

ALL

YOU

HAVE

TO

DO

IS

GO

THERE

And you’ll see.

Jazz oozes up out of the cracks in the street.

It’s carried in the zephyrs.

It rides on the clouds above.

In lives in the hearts of the people.

Everything about The Treme’ spells J.A.Z.Z.

I know the guy who makes the T-shirts.

I’m sure I told him.

BUT

Sometimes it takes a while to admit you’re in error.

In Sha Allah, he’ll make new ones.

I will definitely buy a hoodie for my son.

He should put the fleur de lis somewhere on them too.

I saw Rock in his work clothes.

He tried to start an argument with me so he could leave.

I wouldn’t let him.

I’m too hip.

So, he offered his hand

AND

I took off my glove and let him grasp mine.

That was the first time we’ve ever done that.

The other day when I went to see him,

I was singing

Coloring

And he was quietly listening.

I like to sing around people

BUT

I try to sing like they’re not there

BUT

AT

THE

SAME

TIME

I’m gauging they’re responses

Taking

Note

To

When

They

Stop

Talking

But still singing when they are talking

Like I don’t care if they’re listening or not.

I’m just practicing anyway,

Right?

But he said

Kinda just loud enough for me to hear

“Sing it, Mama”

At the time I didn’t really feel anything

I just tried to sing better.

BUT

NOW

!!!

Everytime I think about it

My Heart Skips A Beat.

This was Sunday.

Men and women are not even supposed to be friends.

And I have a Zawji

It’s just that we’re not together.

AND

Sometimes

That’s my problem.

I need attention.

I even had a t-shirt with those words on it back in the nineties

When everybody was wearing those t-shirts from the seventies.

I didn’t realize how true it was

Until today.

That’s how I lost Zawji

In High School.

I hate that I’m like that.

I don’t want to be like Billie.

In Lady Sings The Blues.

She was supposed to be happy cooking and cleaning for Louis

But he thought his applause wasn’t good enough.

I think it was plenty.

I would love to sing for my Louis/Billy Dee/Zawji

While I’m baking him chocolate chip cookies or a bean pie or roasting vegetables or making bean soup or a milk and honey fruit shake or chocolate ice cream or marinating salmon for him to cue.

I wouldn’t have to sing another note

I WOULD BE AS HAPPY AS A QUEEN

IF

I could do that for the rest of my life.

He was the only thing that was missing when I WAS doing all that

SO

My L.A. landlord called me yesterday.

It was nice to know he still thinks about me.

I know he had a place for me but I wouldn’t let him tell me.

I just interrupted him and informed him of my whereabouts.

I told him he would be the first one I call whenever I decide to hit the Shaw.

😉 😉 😉 😛 😛

And don’t wait until a holiday to call me!

Also tell Paul and Shaun I said As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum

I kinda have a New Orleans hook-up but she’s too into Yoruba and Catholicism

And is low-key trying to make me into her ho.

SO

Cheah

That’s a no-go.

I am trying to get some low-income housing but it takes so long.

I rescheduled my dentist appointment so I’m going to be here at least another month.

In Sha Allah

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Until then…

4:42 p.m.