i really come thru for people.
sometimes a little too much in all honesty.
i guess the advice i give is usually effective.
today was another day of a friend needing my help.
my vixen friend texted me a couple of paragraphs,
it beginning and ending with:
i knew it was either an emergency or a long ass poem…
something woke me up out my nap.
it was damn near 100 degrees outside,
my a/c was blasting,
and i was pretty much naked.
nothing better than the cool air touching my fresh skin.
before i went to sleep,
i turned my phone on vibrate,
but something told me to check it.
my friend was having a crisis.
she usually has nowhere to turn when she has issues.
her baby father was at it again.
she had to work today,
but her baby daddy bailed on watching their son.
this nigga been fuckin’ up when it comes to their kid.
not to mention they were suppose to get married,
but he ended up getting four other females pregnant.
“i’m about to start bawling in this train station.”
“please don’t because i’m sure people are staring.”
“i hate that my son will not know what it’s like to have a father. he will grow up to be a thug standing on the corner.”
i wanted to slap her.
how are you just gonna jump forward in life like that?
i had to ask her if she would allow that?
would be let her son grow up to be raga?
“no its just what i see.”
well stop “seeing”.
just because what she sees is the rule,
doesn’t mean her life isn’t the exception.
there are a ton of fatherless kids that grow up to be successful men.
she can’t bring her son down already.
she started to calming down.
i told her to get that muthafucka stuck for that child support.
since he wants to play “missing”,
then lets start by a couple of hundreds every week missing from his wallet.
again: i couldn’t be a baby mama.
i would be “that crazy black bitch” on his phone.
i’ll show up at his door with my 22 loaded.
play with me and my child.
after i made her laugh and asked for a smile,
she agreed and hung up.
i can tell she was feeling a lot better than she did.
another satisfied life saved from bullshit.
sometimes i remind myself of k michelle.
i think that’s why i sympathize with her… sometimes.
sometimes she goes way too far.
i’m still side eying her over that johnny crome situation.
she cares too much.
i care too much.
i hate it most of the time.
i am very passionate about people i love.
maybe i need to stop that?
it’s just the foxi way, i guess.
i’m often left wondering:
Who will do the same for me?