I was re-reading my recent post, pondering if I wanted to fuk around Anymore with it, by way of edit.
There came a faint, polite knock upon my back door.
I opened it (of course–I have no fear.)
Woman with a bag in her hand.
“I have all this food left over”
She handed me the bag. (Supper AND Breakfast Contained Therein! Unbelievable!)
I set it down and said
“Come here You–Don’t worry. I have had my WuFlu Fauci Ouchie.
I embraced her.
“God Bless you,” (Which is a Stretch–me the Atheist) I said “And by the way, I am no good with names. What’s your name again?” (She was one of the ones who had brought me Thanksgiving supper.)
“Latrise” she said.
“I am gonna write that down.”
I embraced her again.
Joy and happiness.
Why do black women treat me so kind?
This has always been so. I cannot, for the life of me, understand why, but I love it. And I love and Respect them.
Perhaps therein lies the rub.
Respect & Respect & Respect
Al Green – Love and Happiness
jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler – you were good to me