Wonderments

Sometimes there are several wonderments (is that a word?) that flow through my mind. It’s like the weirdest & strangest things just pop into my head. Like BOO Casper the Ghost BOO!!! So I thought I’d share:

I wonder when … Rev Al gone get them roots touched up. You can confront IMUS with a crinkly perm fro cause his shit don’t look too much better. But if you’re going after Hip-Hop better get your perm and your dark & lovely kit on standby because you know Fitty (personally I think he should be called 2 cent but what do I know.) keeps his sides faded up.

I wonder when …..Baby Mama # 6 gone stop believing Baby Daddy # 3 when he say he “don’t mess with” Baby Mama # 2 no more and that he’s a changed man. LOL!!! People close your legs.

I wonder why……Jason Whitlock don’t start the improvement of Black people beginning with his DAMN self! Have you seeeenttt that knee grow’s gut? That’s why he angry all the time. None of the hip hop video girls wanna give him none.

I wonder when ….. Lady Carabana gone cook me some damn peas & rice with some jerk chicken & hash on the side!!! She don’t know how to invite a sister to dinner!! DANG!! She knows me fiend for the Caribbean flavors of home!! LOL!!

I wonder why….Chicks with tattoos feel they have to show all of them at one time. Put some damn clothes on girl, especially if your belly ring stuck between your belly rolls & the sun stenciled around the center. The public should not have to be subjected to that.

I wonder why…. Black folks always worried about what other people think of us. NO erybody at the party is not going to be looking at you in your lil $2.50 outfit. NO ERY girl does not want your lil $1.35 worth of man. No we can not see your beady bead sticking out from your weave. Relax. Enjoy yourself. Stop worrying about who ‘hatin’ on you.

I wonder why … IN THE HELL these size 10 jeans say size 16 cause they way to damn tight & I know a 16 is supposed to be a little loose on me. Obviously some poor underpaid sweatshop worker sowed in the wrong label ‘cause they was rushing trying to reach their daily quota so they could get their rice ration.

I wonder when … Tourists will come to the realization that drivers in the District will run them happy pale leg asses over if they just two inches outside the crosswalk on a green light. They better start putting a warning in the “Visit D.C.” travel brochures. Commuters do not have time to be slamming on breaks for you, Mother, Gran, Gramps and Lil Susie while yall take pictures in front of the Cherry Blossoms. Get your ass off the edge of the curve, out of the street and back on the grassy knoll.

Just thought I’d share a little light wonderment with you for a Festive Friday. We can get back to fighting poverty, injustice and “nappy head” comments on Monday!!