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Family Crazies that We Let Live


. . . so hush, little baby

Baby, don't you cry. . .

 

Hey, Hey, now, Mr. Harvey!

Lookin' all sharp and sweet, you do, sir!

Yes, Sir!

O o o h. . .

See that fine suit, now! Hey, now!

I see you-!

 

"Mama be screamin' at the TV again"

"Who she do, now?"

"She over there hollerin' at that black man. You know 'im. All fancy with his--"

"Gurl, betta watch yoself wi' dat knife! 'Aint nobody tryin' ta ring up no 911 up in here! Peel them taters righ'!"

"Won't do it by myself! Won't be the only one who gives a damn. Here, do this one"

"Ah, lawd. Alrigh', fine. . . Gurl, wat did I jus' say ta you? Gimme dat! . . . Ah! . . Now, who you say he is, again?"

 

Mmm, hmm. You let them know, Mr Harvey, sir!

You always knowin' all about it. Nobody does it like you!

Yeeah, yes! Look at that swing! Arms like ain't nobody gonna touch

'em!

Oh!

Why you so fresh, honey? Old folks an' young'uns gotta know it, thank you ma'am! Yes, sir!

 

"Them potatoes still boilin'?"

"Uh-huh. . .who she be thankin'? Don't no man-"

"Eva!"

"Wha'? Sorry. . . is jus' tha' it don't do her no good, bein' crazy up wi' the telly like tha'. Cain't liv' like that, sugah.

"Think I don't know? Would you jus' watch the food? This place! Man. . .!"

 

Okay, Mr. Harvey. Jus' you an' me, now. Hey, now!

Not everybody be knowin' your specialness, sir! Hold on, now!

Gotta get me my purse, now! You jus' wait on. I'mma be there by morning, yes sir!

O o o h. . .

It's cold out, honey.

Don't you worry, Mr. Harvey! I'll be seein' yo fine self!

 

. . . birds a-trillin', larks a-happenin'. . . every one be findin' their way, even us crazies, even us old 'uns, even us sad, even us jokers, . . . even all of us. . .

 

PHOTO CREDIT GOES TO ARTWORK FEATURED ON 'BLACK ART IN AMERICA' FACEBOOK PAGE

LYRICS CREDIT GOES TO 'SUMMERTIME' BY ELLA FITZGERALD & LOUIS ARMSTRONG

 

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How is it like to be bat? I do not know. Neither do you, probably. The next best thing? Live, and let live.

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