For Brendas smile: Ever since I was a little girl I hated to see my mother frown. She has the most beautiful smile but the worst frown ever! So whenever she invites me to hangout w her friends, even though Im a Grown Woman (as the song goes;), I try my best to be nice & not make her frown. It is a soul wrenching frown, almost as worst as her tears. Lol! But on this particular day, about three years ago, it could not be helped. See, Mom is friends w the original PillsBury dough girl who likes to befriend Black Women just so she can patronize, condescend & snatch wigs on the sly, Yet cannot take the slightest bit of criticism! Id already ignored PDG on several occasions, [including when she grabbed my nephews burger & tried to feed him, intercepted by my mom, w crab juice on her hands ~ he was 7 & allergic to shellfish, and bixt$h where your hands been?!] But on this day, I would take no mercy. We are sitting In Panera having mother/daughter brunch. Her mother has just recovered from cancer treatment. But dough girl in true form takes a stab. Hey Z, did you see the sign out front, Panera is hiring. I honestly do not remember our exact exchange after that. But heres what I thought & Im sure I said some of it ~ If not most: So, you to be my friend yet you would encourage me to use my talents to slave here for $8 an hour. Why not share some of your White Woman affirmative action benefits & networks?! And instead of feeding hundreds of dollars into the gambling machines at Hard Rock, or buying cheap crystals & faux designer candles, cluttering your mothers trailer, I mean house ~ Sign up for one of my PT/wellness sessions. No, you wont do that, but will sit here in all your nastiness, peeling your flaky skin at the table and pointing out a sign that I see everyday when I come here from my own place across the street (((To Pay))) for my food. Insert expletive here ----which unfortunately, I did not. I did not curse. Dammit! I looked her in the eyes & read her rights, but no curse words. Yet & STILL ~ my mother Frowns, lol! Now girls, just stop it. Just stop it, I said! Dough girls mother tryna regulate like I was physically ripping her mid 40 yrs old baby to pieces. Girls?!...€€£%>€ Im a Grooooooown Woman. I can do whatever I want.... PDG doesnt speak to me anymore ~ Thank GOD! And my mother hardly invites me anywhere. But every now & then mom will test the waters & see if I am willing to behave;)...and every now & then I will say yes, and put on my perfect extrovert mask ~ just to see her smile.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 16:54:44 +0000
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