I’m on home turf, folks! After the ruckus of getting back, I couldn’t speak. All I wanted was a peace of mind. Plus, I had a lotta little things to do. Sorry I kept it on the downlow but I had to make myself realize it was real. That I could actually go where I wanted without asking anybody. That I didn’t have to wear an abaya and nobody else around here was either. That when I walked outside, the sun wasn’t beating the shit outta me. I’m telling you folks, I think I caught myself a touch of post-traumatic stress disorder. For real! Take my temperature.
For a minute, I kept walking outside my front door and just looking. It was green and whatnot. I heard birds chirping. It was way cooler than when I left ’cause I’mma tell you, freedom is precious. And you don’t truly understand how dear it is until you don’t have it. Even the damn sun on that side of the planet was like a warden. You can go out for two minutes and it’ll tell you, “Get your motherfucking ass back inside!” I ain’t lying.
Now, I mentioned the ruckus of getting back here, right? Oh, folks (puttng the back of the hand to my forehead, falling to the floor and getting back to the keyboard). I’m burning with fever over this disorder but I can’t go into it now. I thought I was ready to tell you about the texting altercation I got into while at the airport. Can you believe it? An innocent Southern Belle as myself…Well, I’m not totally innocent but what I said was totally warranted. Everything I say is warranted. I can declare that statement with my right hand on any book of fiction. Seriously! I’m an innocent woman and I’m standing on my word (folding arms and tilting the chin just a tad).
As for now, I’m gonna google myself up some free online therapy sessions to see what can be done for folk in my particular situation. And I know I have myself a “situation” ’cause I dreamt that a man came to my door wearing a damn towel and flip flops, talking about, “BOO!” Shit! Had my ass waking up screaming all ugly and whatnot.