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Truth in Jest

It was you whom I recall 1st telling me that, " There's a lot of truth in jest. " So I find it ironic that it is you who was so easily angered because I spoke on the flaw in your little joke.

See today I woke up literally minutes before I was to be at work but before I ran out the door, I thought to take out meat for dinner. 2 different meats because we have different diets ( since it is EYE who needs to be " healthier " ).

After my shift, I had car trouble. I called you. You came, from home where you slept in after a long day of relaxing, and you saved the day. Then you let it be known you were aggravated by having to do so. But aren't you the hero?

Oh I forgot, I'm no damsel. I'm my own heroine. I'm expected to be understanding & even wait up for you while you save the real damsels.

Noticed about 10 mins from home you were no longer trailing me. I got home from work about 30 mins later than usual.  Got a text 20 mins later that read "a store run was needed to be made." So what did I do when I got home?  I began to prepare dinner. I cooked 2 different meats & 2 different rices. 2 hours after your text,  I called you. I got sent to voice mail. 3 hours after your last text, you text "on the way home." THREE hours later! 3 hours and approximately 36 mins b4 it would be time for your shift( unbeknownst to me you called out ). But nevertheless, your dinner was prepared for you and I ate alone.

But you see you spend your time staying away from "people" who started their day caring about you. The same "people" who need to listen to 10 min recordings about how black women are destroying themselves & black men.

I'll give that video a go when the black men who take me for granted, start to value me. 

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