Shaniqua

……..Heavy, nothing heavenly, a frown that weighed heavily, a stare that stared steadily, a beautiful dark complexion made ugly with attitude; bitter one hitter quitters is her language, always in a state of anguish. Mammy, not Mommie comes to mind, the way she rolls her eyes and head all the time, takes a negative tone like a dog would a bone, but can’t stand to be alone, black men refuse to ring her phone, so she feels hate is merited, menopause might give us all a break, if not maybe she’ll slip and fall on a stake.