Hmm…Freedom…
I wanna break this down simply and hopefully, swiftly, on what I figure freedom is. That’s a little word that means big things to different folk. I’m gonna hand this to you somewhat from a woman’s point of view though ’cause I thoroughly enjoy being one most of the time. I mean, sometimes I wish I was a bird or a horse, if you wanna know the truth of the matter. But being that I’m neither, I’m gonna clarify this word called freedom to you and you can take what you want from it.
Freedom, to me, is free. Period. If there’s any negotiation of any sort, it may very well be called something else. If it doesn’t sound anything like free to you, then you’ve stumbled on yourself a sale, basement bargain, half off, or perhaps a shady ass deal. As I see it from some of my female parts, freedom is all of the following for me:
- If I’m in my car and I hear a song that turns me on to sing, damn folk for telling me to quiet down. If you don’t particularly care for my singing, why the hell you get in the car in the first place? You know how I am! I should be able to take whatever liberties I please in my own car, where a good amount of my dollars go into the tank you’re not contributing to!
- I don’t know about you but there’s some hot weather down in this south. I pay a good little penny for association fees where I live. I keep my yard up. Most times I do it myself for a little exercise and I tend to go thrifty sometimes. I feel I should be able to go out there and cut my grass butt ass naked! I do. My tittie area gets to sweating underneath all those clothes, they do. If a restaurant up in New York can open for business and people can go in there and eat naked around all that food being served, I feel like I should hold a rally in my neighborhood to keep my yard up in nothing but my bare skin and a pair of sneakers. Besides, I haven’t been here that long and I want to know my neighbors and them to know me. I’m sure I’ve got myself a twin spirit thinking along the same lines, they just haven’t brought it up at the meeting yet. So, Totsy to the rescue!
- During that awful time of the month (pardon me, fellas but it’s life), I shouldn’t gain not one single pound for eating those 30 or 50 chocolate chip cookies I went to get at one in the morning. If cramping is part of the package (which I thankfully don’t get but I’m looking out for those who do), I should be able to whoof down that bag and some ice cream should my cravings call for it, without being pissed off ’cause I can’t button up my pants all the way a week later.
- When my beau friend (or how the hell ever I want to classify him at the time) gets on my last damn nerve and starts cuttin’ up, just like my car needs to go to the shop when it breaks down, I should be able to take his ass somewhere to get fixed for free, with a one year warranty. If he’s still actin’ up, I should be able to park his ass in the make-me-damn-sick lot and shop for a new model. To hell with a lemon! I won’t hardly get good mileage on him no damn way!
- As a mother, a personal chef and maid should be provided at the cost of the government. I know damn well they can borrow more money from China to stimulate my time some other way. Hell, they practically own us anyway! There’s no way I should be cleaning house, I don’t care if it is mine, after a hard day’s work. Plus, I’ve got other things I could be doing around here, like getting a massage and watching Dr. Phil (I love that bald head man, y’all). And lest not forget, I’m raisin’ up Little Totsy and I could be spending time with her. Is she not the future I should be investing more time in?
- I think it’s a shame to have to go to the grocery store to buy so-called clean water to drink. If I’m paying for it at the house and the county calls themselves cleaning it, I should be able to bottle up me some shit and sell it in my local grocery store for a nice profit. Matter of fact, if Betty from down the street can make a slammin’ apple pie in her kitchen, she should be able to bake up some shit and sell her stuff too. No need to be getting shit shipped from all these other places. There are folk with plenty of skills in our own backyard who can supply these stores to cut all those shipping charges. Now, what’s that got to do with [free]dom? Well, I love me some apple pie and I’d have to catch them pies ‘fore they made it to the store to get Betty to hook me up and maybe I could hand over a bottle or two of water to her.
- Now, don’t go to thinking I’m preaching ’cause I’m not hardly one to be behind some virtual pulpit but I always ponder myself and try to step in other folk shoes occasionally. And y’all grown folk but I’m gonna stretch out here and let y’all know I’m no animal lover. Matter of fact, I’m scared of most dogs and cats. Seriously. Though, I’m not a hater either but since we’re talking along these lines of freedom, I say let them other breathing things be. Just this millisecond, I got to thinking on how I would feel if somebody hunted me down, popped a cap in my backside, fried my ass up in a skillet and shitted me out.
Hey, I hope I didn’t keep you too long. I’m sure you can add a plethora of ideas to this freedom bill I’m seriously thinking to propose to my local congressman. Maybe you can throw some of your ideas this way and we can be a united front on this.
Whether you’re on tour with Blogalicious or not, I want you to meet Janu, She’s real good people and comes with references. If you take the back road from there, you’ll find Bryan, who’s got some things going on at his place. I think he’s having a fish fry over there. Go on now and close the door behind you.
I'm an artist who's writing,mothering, blogging and doing a few other things under the sun. I buy toilet paper 99.9% of every trip I make to the grocery store. I'm a people watcher, so I know you're here but drop me a line anyway.
~~And I say Amen, Sister.
“Freedom” to me is: Eating Chocolate Chip Cookies all day…And even if I do have a fat ass…it’s NOBODY’s Bizz but me!!! xx
Now, I can go for that too! Kim, you’ve got some powerful writing on that website. I loved that posting on your sister. Made me want to cry.
And ANOTHER One!!! I love it when I can run by a post and have a chance to holler out loud. That second one…the lawn business…that one brought back a flashback, coupled with how you wrote it… I HOLLERED!!! Oh, I loved that one! And blogging in the closet…no, I’m not in a clos…oh wait…what kind of closet are we talking? lolllll
Let me stop. Seriously, my thing is strictly entertaining by way of the written word. I’m straight…well mostly straight… just depends on what kind of straight we’re talking there too;-).
I was referring to the fact that you’re supposed to be spending less time blogging and more time (clearing my throat and about to cough
You remember that post you made about blogging too much and that little issue (clearing my throat again). I’m referring the closet literally. I hope you take a good flashlight in there (lol)
And what kinda flashback you having, girlfriend? You’ve mowed your grass in your birthday suit before? Awww sookie sookie now!
yeah, the flashlight I use has one of them generators attached to it:-)
and yeah, there were a few complaints about how I was doing my lawn. LoL, but hey!!! they’re lucky it when back then and not today. Today I could give them triple the show!!! (oh man, I know I need to stop!)
Totsymae, I have no problem with YOU doing yardwork in the altogether. However, consider if all your neighbors did it. I do enjoy the sight of a naked man in most circumstances, but old, fat, shriveled up junk swinging in the breeze… no, please, spare me!
Love the pictures at the top – those your work? Fabulous.
You know what, Bev? I cut my grass today and when I wrote that, I was only thinking about my hot self. Now, you’re gonna make me rethink this naked-mowing thing
Yes, the artwork is mine and thank you. Much appreciation for you stopping by.
Hey ladies, I’m enjoying my newly found freedom here. You gals would appreciate it twice as much too if you’d move here from old mother Russia. Happy 4th!!!!
This is a visual post and funny! Some of the comments made me burst out laughing.
I saw that post about freedom and boy, I thought about it but I realized I wouldn’t have time. Love what you did with it.
I agree with you and the water thing. Who’d ever think the day would come when we’d be buying water???
And as much as I like to cook, I need a chef myself! I don’t like having to cook everyday (or so it seems!)
Marcia
Thank you, Marcia. So, that makes two votes for the ‘water’ bill. I’ll write your name on the ballot
It used to be one of those small luxuries that only a few people bought it, sort of an optional thing but now, it’s a hot commodity! A shame really. No, since I love Jamaican food, you don’t need a cook 
I like your time of the month attitude. Maybe I should get me some of that
Please join me then
We won’t be in this by ourselves, I’m sure. Thanks for hanging out with me. Love your blog.
I think you make this into a poem the writing is so lyrical. I can’t decide which is my favorite, but if I had to pick just one it would be playing my music and singing. I know I can’t sing but I LOVE music and when I am going on a song I am just not happy until I’ve played it at least 88 times in a row as well as playing it loudly in the car and singing with all my hot air. And I didn’t think you were preaching, rather you were exercising you creative self’s write to be ‘free’ of barriers.
Thank you, Brenda. I do write poetry, when I’m feeling sensual or deeply conscious
Sporadically, I play with the medium and I guess it’s more for myself. People really get to know you when you write poetry. I mean really. So, while I run my mouth here on the blog, there’s a lot of room for people to believe it’s who I am or not. I’m a lot less playful writing poetry.
Anyway, thanks for hanging out with moi once again and for subscribing. Enjoy your long holiday weekend.
You are not preaching. I found it wonderful and from the heart. I always like the way you write.
Don’t stop! If everyone could catch some of that attitude, we would all be better off. Hugs.
Thank you, Sonia. And a big hug back to you
I understand. I write from all parts of me but since the post is short it’s not a reflection of all of me. I am always surprised by my comments, which to be honest is the best part of posting because of the honesty in sharing by others. I’ve been inspired by comments on my blog, but also comments I read on other blogs. As for poetry I spent this past fall writing a poem a day to writing prompts ( I sometimes write with a virtual writing workshop – prompts are emailed out, writer writes to a prompt and exchanges write with another writer – and on it goes for 9 weeks) , all the poems were drawn from somewhere inside of me. Some are shite, but some I think are a tad better, but as I am fiction writer and with Poetry it’s dicey. You, too have a nice holiday. It’’s hot here in San Francisco as well.
Hi. I’m stopping by for the Blogalicious freedom hop. I liked your post. You have a colorful and funny style of writing — very conversational and brimming with attitude. You rock! Have a nice weekend!
Thank you, Bryan, as well as for stopping by. Glad you felt at home here and yes, I do have some attitude but you can thank the women folk on my mother’s side for that
I agree with you when you say – Freedom, to me ,is free. No negotiations….aptly said. Loved every word of what you have written.
Thank you, Janaki. Hope to see you again
Love this. Your neighbors definitely do need to get to know you
Thanks. Shelley. I’m glad you see this my way
Do come by again. It’s been fun.