No, I do not have to shut up! Still selfish, self absorbed, corrupt and uncaring. I am not telling to hurt you. I am telling to save these coming behind you. The young ladies that think they are obligated to open their legs, to be a human urinal or worse.
Whoredom is not the way. Keep your "cookies". Sew your "cookies" up in a bag. Put them in cold storage. They will keep. Crucify your flesh. You will not die. And ; "…nevah let no sorry nigga tear you down! Not nevah! You go to school dawthur, git you a good education! Take care of yo'sef' . And don't you nevah let no sorry nigga take advantage of you! Niggas is blowflies .dey lay dey eggs and blow! go on tuh duh next one. Blowfly niggas see a good girl trying tuh do sumpin' wid hur life … here come some stray nigga tuh mess hur up! Stay way from dem niggas dawthur…stay way from um. All they want to do is ruin yo' name ….Keep yo'sef up much as you can."
I must have heard that speech from my grandfather at least once a week. I loved my grandfather. I wanted desperately to make him proud of me. I was very careful. Yes, I was called lame, a tease. I was even accused of being gay.
I laugh now, I am sure I confused people. I did dress very provocatively. Halter tops, hot pants, no bra. I had a great excuse. I did have one fine shape. I had a six pack. No exercise, Mathy's starvation diet of grits and grease and "a thousand things", pinto beans. Mayonnaise , onion, or mustard sandwiches., bread butter and sugar sandwiches. I laugh now. But, I will never miss those "missed meal cramps".
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