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February 23, 2017

2:06 p.m.

New Orleans, Louisiana

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum OUR Beautiful Black Bebies!

Why did your girl almost just go to jail again.

I’m so sick of being homeless, I was ready to go, but Zawji didn’t want my X to have the privilege of cuffing me.

Although he did literally

BUT

Not really.

I didn’t go to the shelter last night because it was A.J. Day.

I’m not going tonight either.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Yesterday, I came across this Black-owned landscaping company that was planting trees in front of this big high-rise apartment complex they just built and I asked one of the owners if I could bury my hair under one of the trees.

I asked him which one?

He pointed to the one I was standing next to.

I wanted to bury them under the most vibrant tree, but the one I was standing next to looked like it needed a little help.

So, I blessed my hair and prayed for the tree and put the hair under the tree.

So, now everytime I pass that tree, I’ll think about Zawji because I did it on A.J. Day.

Then I went to visit Pops and I talked to Tootie too.

I stood on his statue and really had a heart to heart.

His tambourine has some letters engraved in it.

I wonder if they’re the sculptor’s initials.

So, when I climbed down, I turned around and who should I see sitting on the park bench right across from Tootie?

Louis Armstrong’s doppelganger!

He had on the same thing he had on the last two times I had seen him.

We chopped it up (pun intended 😛 ) and then he left.

So, I sat on Pops lap and sang to him a little.

Then I pushed to the hideout.

It’s much warmer than it was the last time I was there.

BUT

The owner left me a gift.

It was beautiful.

But the wrong make and model.

I’m a girl and I don’t drive anyway.

I’ll give it to Zawji.

He can ride and I’ll watch. 🙂

On the way to the hideout, there were all these little beautiful black bebies.

They were coming from somewhere I think I know.

BUT

I came up on some Brothers playing basketball

AND

I wanted to play SO Badly

BUT

I just watched.

And was the girl.

Then went to the hideout.

SO

I got up this morning and went to “the beach”

AND

Watched the sun come up.

It was as exciting as usual.

Then I went and took a shower, ate lunch and debated where to go next.

I didn’t want to play the piano

BUT

Zawji didn’t want me to Library

SO

I went where the piano is and went to another room.

Why did I go in this room and some old gay Security Guard comes telling me I have to leave if I didn’t have any business there.

SO

I was like

I don’t have anywhere else to go

Might as well go to jail.

BUT

I could sense Zawji’s slight disagreement.

SO

I just kinda disobeyed the gay Dushawn (my x-husband) Doppelganger.

He got madder and madder

AND

I was just tickled pink.

He called it in

And when I wouldn’t leave

He handcuffed me and tried to take my computer.

Some cops like him are so crooked!

They steal.

But I made sure I kept an eye on my stuff.

Come to find out

He was the same cop who had tried to arrest me before

He and his Doppelganger recognized me.

They even knew my name.

But I didn’t recognize either one of them.

I’ve got it figured out now though.

All dark-skinned men are the enemies.

Skinny, fat, muscular, glasses, beards, clean-cut, &c.

I’m only talking to Brothers who look like Zawji from now on!!!

He was seriously trying to take me to jail.

But his supervisor called and asked him what he was going to do

SO

He had to say it

AND

I made him just give me a Warning.

His Supervisor was going to let him give me a ticket for trespassing

BUT

He was so dumb and cocky,

He told his supervisor he had it under control and pushed the ticket book away.

LOL

Donkey.

SO

I’m at the library hoping these clouds blow away as quickly as they blew in.

I did not want to go to the shelter tonight.

ZAWJI’s Doppelganger offered me his tent.

BUT

Been there. Done that.

Well.

Not in a tent.

BUT

I might have to use the bathroom.

3:15 p.m.