One Thing My Mother Told Me...

...'that people, and even you and me, are full of shit. So what you do is wipe your ass, and flush that tissue down the toilet.'

I understood what she meant, and I tried that, but being the person I am...I can't flush. For example...

This woman whom I am paying rent to living in her house. Regardless of what she wants from me, I am a tenant, and I don't want to be involved with her. Though, I have thought about her being 'there' anytime I want 'some', no, I don't want to cross that line. Last night she said she wants to take me to breakfast, okay. This morning, she asked me did I feed her fish. Do I ever feed your fish? I ask myself that question, out loud I said 'nope'. She exhaled deeply and told me that isn't what I asked you. She then said, 'what I said will you PLEASE feed the fish'. One, they are your fish and your responsibility. Two, it's not like that between you and me. And three.

I see how when people...White people come to your door, you get this Uncle Tom sort of way of speaking. I can tell when you're on the phone with someone who is Black, or if it's someone who is White you're talking to. It seems you're inflexion, your voice changes by the color of the skin of the person you are talking to. Hey, but that is just you. My tone, my way of speaking is for every human. If you talk to me real shitty, I will talk to you real shitty in return. I am not fake with anything I do, I don't have time for being fake and being fake is a waste of time.

I didn't go to breakfast with her, she left and got into her car.