Wednesday, December 3, 2003

Unacceptable Behavior

Speech & Thoughts    

           “Need some help?” Damn, I cain’t get a thank you, thanks, gracias, smirk, or nothing? She act like I pose to hold the door for her. And then looked at me with the “Get the fuck out my face” face. And I was tryin to help her out. Next time I’ll let her full hands get the door for her damn self...but then I’d be triflin. “You have a nice day.”

           “Mornin Lady” So you do see me uh? That’s aight tho...not like we don’t see each other 3 times a week on the way to class. Everyone don’t want YOU... It was just a friendly “Hello” and nothing more... But you can keep your nose in the air, that big ass head prolly keep you afloat. But it don’t make me no difference, I know the deal.
           “What floor ya need? ... How ya doin?” Silence and the “Nigga please” face?!? What da hell! I ain’t want ya name, ya number, or ya nappy roots. I just wanted some casual convo on my way to the top floor. But I guess that’s too much to ask from a self-proclaimed dime piece... Good thing you declared it; cause we sure as hell didn’t. “You aight?”
            “I got a man.”
            What da fuck!?! Oh, I know what this is about... you think that since I opened a door and spoke in public that I tryin to get with you.
            “Excuse me?”
            “I said I got a man.”
            Yeah, that’s what I thought you said... cuz Bitch, you ain’t....naw fuck it.

            “Bitch, you ain’t fine. I don’t want you cause last time I checked I wasn’t attracted to stuck up chicks who think they’re God’s gift to the man, the money, and the muscle and I ain’t worth shit since I ain’t an athlete or a greek. And the lady, yeah... I said lady, I want is better lookin and got her act together. See, that’s the problem. You complain about brothas approaching you all wrong, but when we speak casually you don’t know how to act and think we tryin to each in your panties. But baby, I am here to tell you... we ain’t all like ya last boyfriend, ya trifling daddy, ya girl’s cut buddy, or the dude who’s cheating on his girlfriend with you. Me, I got something about myself and I’mma need you to treat me as such. So next time you see me; it’s ok to speak. Cuz I got my lady friend and you are mere casual convo on my way to the top. This is my floor, excuse me and my unacceptable behavior.