THE THINGS YOUR MOTHER DIDNíT TELL YOU

 

(THANKS MOM)

 

 

From the mouth of the one and only

Adeeva Speeks

 

 

 

 

 

 

by Veronica T Williams

 


 

Dear Mommy,

†††† First of all, NO, Iím not pregnant. NO, Iím not getting married, and NO Iím not crazy. Yes, I know they invented the phone, and yes I know we talk almost every other day. I just wanted to write you a letter. There are a few things I think you should come clean about. I thought we were close. Youíre my Mother. There are certain things you have failed to tell me. Yes, you prepared me to take on the world, but you left a few things out. All I want to know is. Why? Why didnít you tell me?


†††† Where should I begin? How about I start at the top and work my way down. Can we talk a about this lovely hair that you have passed on to me? Iím not just talking about the hair on my head either. I will thank you for giving me some of that good hair like Grandma and them got. However, I will not thank you for the hair that is growing out of my chin. Itís coming in nicely by the way. My mustache is coming in nicely also. I should have a full grown goatee by the time Iím 65. Thank you for the genes. They must have come from the fountain of youth, because I have managed to maintain my girlish looks. I still look like Iím in my early 20's. Okay my late 20's. Alright, alright my early 30's, and thatís my final answer. Anyway, whoís counting? I am, and my fountain is starting to get a little dry. Iím spending a small fortune in facial creams. This is cutting into ďThe Gucci Shoe FundĒ by the way. The last time I smiled it took 3 weeks to smooth out the lines around my mouth. There ainít no way Iím doing that Botox thing. So, now I just walk around totally expressionless. Shoes before surgery, I refuse to go under the knife. Hopefully I will look half as good as you do now when Iím your age. You like how I slid that in donít you? No, I donít need any money either. Oh Mommy, I donít think I can take it anymore. Iím not ready to be 36, but I donít think I have much of a choice at this point. Iím pretty sure youíre getting a good giggle out of this. Iím just getting started.


†††† Moving on down, letís talk about my figure. Whatís going on? I was tight. I was firm in all the right places. All my stuff was standing at attention. I had it going on. My body was like POW! Why didnít you tell me it wouldnít last forever? All I know is one day I was the hottest thing walking, and then it seems like one day I woke up and noticed my classic coke bottle shape was slowly turning into a 2 liter bottle. Mama I got stuff hanging out all over the place. Iíll have to take out a loan for the up keep and maintenance just trying to keep everything above sea level. I need lifting creams, some straps, a harness, something to help lift up my face, my breast, my tummy, and my behind. As soon as I turned 25, I noticed my behind slowly creeping down the back of my leg. My nice round booty use to sit up so nice. It was round and firm with a slight jiggle. You know, the kind of jiggle that would make the men ask if I wanted fries to go with my shake. I donít get it. I look just like my Daddy. So, how did I end up with your square hips and flat behind? Speaking of flat, I use to have a beautiful flat stomach with an inny belly button. The sit-ups arenít working. I didnít have a baby. So, whatís happening? I guess I need to back away from the table and maybe I should have thought twice about getting fries to go with my shake. My beautiful hourglass figure has been reduced to a nice round pooch that has given birth to twin love handles, one set for each side. Please donít let me forget my saddlebags. Actually I would like to forget my saddlebags, but they just keep hanging around. Theyíre making it hard for me to drop it likes itís hot and get back up. Talking about hot, you just couldnít give me that nice rack you got? No, I couldnít get the double Dís. Oh no, I had to become a lifetime member of the IBTC (The Itty Bitty Titty Committee). Thanks Mom. Itís not too bad. I can wear those ultra low cut to the navel shirts, and not worry about the twins playing peek-a-boo, cause they ainít going nowhere. I mean thatís what I heard. I would never wear something like that though. Iím a good girl, and I wear plenty of clothing when I go out. Thatís my story and Iím sticking to it. Is that thunder and lightening I hear?


†††† Before I work my way down to the good part, letís talk about these men. I know you told me to watch out for these men, and I know that they donít make them like Daddy anymore, but you could have given me a better warning. Most of the men I have come across have just about lost their minds. You said there are some sorry men out here and you werenít never lying about that. Mama they find out you have your own place, a job, and no kids, and Honey they try they best to hang a shirt in your closet. Next thing you know, they coming over every night. Ainít bought not nería piece of a grocery, and got

the nerve to roll up in here talking about whatís for dinner. They come over there and grab the remote and start flipping channels on my TV, talking about how my cable sucks, and how I should get the dish. Mind you, he ainít offering to get it for me. Heís just making a suggestion. The next time you turn around he got his bag of dirty laundry sitting in your floor. He doesnít have a washer and dryer at his Mamaís house, which is where he lives. So, he thought I wouldnít mind washing some of his things. Donít let the first of the month roll around. You canít find his tail nowhere. When you do find him, you ask him to kick in on the bills and he conveniently forgets how he had his feet kicked up eating my food, watching my cable, and how he washed his raggedy draws in my washing machine. Oh, he gonna come over in some new kicks, but gives me some crap about how he is in a financial bind right now. Do you know that some have had the nerve to try and dip into ďThe Gucci Shoe FundĒ? They must be crazy. So, donít go picking out a mother of the bride outfit, cause I donít see myself getting married anytime soon. Itís scary out here. Itís so much stuff going around. As if that isnít enough to worry about, I donít think that even you could have prepared me for these ďDL Brothers.Ē So not only do I have watch him around my girlfriends and other women, but now I have to watch him around them and their boyfriends too. Whatís really going on? Despite all these crazy, jobless, broke driving a Lexus, still living with they Mama, five baby Mama having, canít decide if Iím straight or gay so Iíll have both, men out here, there is still that ďONE.Ē Mama you didnít tell me about that ďONE.Ē There is always one that will get you open. Mama I came up on one that had my nose so open you could see what I was thinking. Mama I was gone. I was weak. There was one thing that got me that way. You didnít tell me about that either, but we are gonna talk about it now.


†††† Now, we are down to the good part. I donít even know where to begin. I guess Iíd better go back. I can remember it like it was yesterday. You sat me down for that mother to daughter chat and told me everything I needed to know about sex. ďKeep your legs closed and donít come up in here with no nappy-headed grandbabies.Ē Ah, those were words to live by, cause if I didnít, Iím not to sure they would have been able to get all my teeth back in my mouth, especially when my teeth and myself would have been knocked into the middle of next week. However, you didnít tell me that as soon as that man touched me in the right place, that my legs would part like the Red Sea. Forget about the butterflies. You should have told me about ďThe Tingle.Ē See ďThe TingleĒ is what getís you in trouble. You also didnít tell me about ďThat SpotĒ and ďThe Reach.Ē See, you told me everything else, but you didnít tell me that it felt good. You ainít tell me about ďThat Spot.Ē See, not all the men know about ďThat Spot,Ē but the ones that do, how mercy. Thatís how that ďONEĒ got me open. First, he made me tingle. Then he found ďThat Spot.Ē Mama I wasnít ready. You should have prepared me. Honey, he hit ďThat SpotĒ and it sent me right into ďThe Reach.Ē It felt so good I was just a reaching. I donít know what I was reaching for, but I was gonna get it whatever it was. He had me reaching for the sky. He had me reaching for the stars. He had me here in Maryland reaching for something off the shelf in somebody elseís house in California. Mama he put it on me.Oh, Daddy if you are reading this, this is just something I heard the girls at work talking about. I just put myself in it as a way to explain it to Mama. I want to wait till I get married. Is that thunder and lightening I hear?Donít worry Iím being safe. Iím also holding on to the advice you gave me before I left home. This one is my personal favorite. ďIf you gonna give it up, donít give it away. You ainít got to be no ďHo,Ē but donít have no man laying up under you that canít do nothing for you.Ē Thatís where I get my #1 house rule from. That rule is, the only people that see the sun rise in my apartment are the ones that pay rent. I donít have to depend on no man, but I sure ainít gonna be taking care of one. I donít know though. If I run into another one that hits ďThat Spot,Ē he just might have me out there working some serious overtime. Somebody help me. ďThat SpotĒ ainít no joke.


†††† Mama Iím sure you have a lot more you need to tell me. Iím sure you will sit back and continue to let me discover them on my own. Iím sure you will get a good laugh out of it when I do. Thatís alright. I guess you must have told me enough, because I think Iím doing pretty good. Iíve been on my own for 12 years. Iím not on drugs. I ainít no baby mama. I ainít shacked up with no man playing wife. Iím in school and Iím working hard and making my way. I learned all that watching you. Thereís something I havenít told you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I donít know anybody else who can walk into a room like you do. You got the men cutting their eyes, and the women rolling them. I tell you. You Graham women are some of the most evil red women I know, but you are the strongest women I know. I am proud to be a part of that. I am proud to be a strong woman who isnít scared to speak her mind. Iím glad to be a woman who can take care of herself. I am glad to be like you, square hips, flat butt, and all. Thanks for being my Mom. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some shopping to do. I have to put ďThe Gucci Shoe FundĒ to use. I have to get my Grown & Sexy on. Thatís what us 30 and over folks do. You think you can walk into a room? I learned from the best. They rolling their eyes now and I ainít even got there yet.

 

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