My Life Not Only Passed Me By, But Stopped On the Way to Spit In My Face.
Happy Birthday to Ho Chi Minh and Malcolm X!
I know there's someone else we're missing from that list...someone tall, devastatingly gorgeous, sharp as a whip, and slightly less militant.
Someone whose daily horoscope has warned her to be suspicious of "strange happenings,"...making her wonder if the sight of her mother dancing around the kitchen to Ludacris in her pajamas, a sunhat, and heels (while holding a butter knife above her head)...qualifies as "strange." What if that happens fairly often?
Someone whose family celebrated her birthday a day early, calling it her "birthday eve," and suggesting it's a cultural tradition she missed in her first 24 years. Someone whose family is invited to a better party tonight.
Well, names aren't important I guess. We're just lucky to know of her.
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