A bitch woke up this morning feeling all kinds of down.
I’m a wee bit under the weather...all kinds of stress-based drama are going on…and my ass is nervous as hell over just about everything.
Anyhoo, I was driving to work…the radio was on and September came over Miss SisterGirl Cabrio’s speakers.
And there I was, sitting at a red light and absently watching a crew of grade school chil’ren skip their way up the sidewalk towards school and it struck me that their kind of happy shouldn’t be fleeting.
Skip-based fearless happy…that emotion that hovers between concern and absolute joy…shouldn’t be a privilege.
Do you feel me?
I’m talking about the hope that today is going to be a good day…that they’ll serve pizza and grape soda pop for lunch (wink)…optimism, damn it.
The light switched.
The song faded away with horns blasting.
And this bitch was grateful for the random way my mind reminds me of certain shit.
No matter how much The Man tries to distract and redirect, politics and elections are about our quality of life and the lives of those we care for live.
That is so easy to forget amidst the glitz and declarations…the spin and promises.
Mmmhmmm, and this bitch’ll take skip-based fearless happy over the politics of fear any day…
...with pizza and grape soda for lunch for all!
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