SIXTH WEEK THURSDAY: MOHAWK CUT PRANCING PAST THE MOUSSED AND SPRAYED


During the current legal challenges and heated debates over several states new, rigid anti-immigration laws (pending), I have been reminded over and over that we all (especially us Southern “church ladies” would not know what to think about other people all around them, all the time, everyday, in every setting, without including thoughts that fit every definition of PROFILING!   This has disturbed my inner balance more than I would like with pangs of sadness and disappointment in my “ladies”.    WHY DO WE NE–EE–EEEE–EEED TO CLASSIFY OTHERS IN OUR OWN MINDS?  Why is that such a seeming requisite?  Well, I think it is a whole lot of insecurity, a whole lot of secret unnecessary fear, a tad(?) of smugness, and a tad of needing to “pray aloud on the street corners”.  So, I felt much better after lunching at my favorite church lady’s establishment(she projects not one whit of a profiling attitude!) and observing the following:

MOHAWK CUT AMONGST THE HAIR-SPRAYED

The Mohawk-cut struts with his cute, well-toned

          young self amonst the

Hair-sprayed lunchers

          clean in his

N.W.A.–STRAIGHT OUT OF COMPTON

         rip-sleeved tee,

Careful to swivel

         away from each and every

Lifted sweet-tea and Diet Pepsi’

          leaning on the counter so lithely

To pick up his mama’s order

         while many $60.00 tinted heads

Oh so pucker-lipped gaze most carefully

         down on their barely touched salads.

His mama had ordered the cornbread

          and collard greens and a whole

Chocolate Sin layer cake, the same as I

         had taken for my mother-in-law’s birthday!

Guess which parts of the above scene perked me up the most!

FOURTH WEEK WEDNESDAY: REST FOR THE SOUL


This will be a VERY short post today, as I desperately needed a “time-out” earlier today.  After a visit with my pals at my local health food store, Herbal Solutions, and purchasing 6 ounces of tumeric for extra seasoning and old-fashioned joints-aching-in-the cold pain relief, here’s what I have to offer right now before my posting time is up for today (other worthy activities calling soonest!):

Tumey red powder from India stinging my nose

Sliding under the seat to surprise my fatigue

Riding with the have-tos of the morning

And the should-bes of the evening.

 

About-to-explode psyche whispering all day

To gain admittance to the respectables

So glad to sneeze and bless me

Whizzing past the bank of the church ladies.

 

See you tomorrow, friends.  I am now refreshed.

 

 

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