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The Help aint me, could have never done it, my Mouth is to unruley ) ) )


Cover of "The Help"

Cover of The Help

I was watching TV the other day, saw this new movie coming out called The Help. I found out it was first a book written by Kathryn Stockett depicting the 1960’s and black maids and there white employers. Just from the one trailer I saw on TV, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a copy of the book. As I know and many readers know, the book is always better than the movie. It’s the original thought before the subtractions and exciting improves.

So, I’m reading the book and can hardly put it down long enough to write this entry on how good it is thus far. Now for me it takes a certain kind of book that can pursued me to stay in it all day and night until I am finished. The Help is that book. The characters are realistically sound. The way the author tells each persons side threw them, shows a life in the sixties that if I was there they would throw me back to the 80’s where I came from.

Disease carrying, separate bathroom shitting, floor wiping, dish washing, clothes hanging, child rearing, good cooking, silver polishing, shirt ironing, blanket folding, party catering, bus riding, hush your mouth or your fired, black ass having, under paid maid. And the list goes on. What a world! The book is filled with indifference, understanding and kitchen gossip. Love it!

I can only relate to these maids, servants, house prostitutes (in a kind way) in the face of being strong, a superwoman, a jack of all trades. I wonder how they put up with the nonsense, the indescribable insensitivity, the overly arrogant display of ignorance. The book portrays black women as the strong silent type. Keeping their mouths quiet in the face of all that is unholy, so they may eat, live, survive!

I couldn’t even fathom being in that time period. I’m a truth teller, word smith wheeler and dealer, and for someone to take that away from me, would be a crime. But the strength to continue and live in such a humiliating disposition, I understand things a bit better. I guess that’s why my grandmother moved west. I’ve never had the pleasure of such a contradiction of life, but I have run into foolish people with foolish thoughts, and it didn’t take me but a second to snap on that ignorance.

The book is a real good outlook on the turmoil of a black women in the south being a white persons “maid”. A testimony of the strength one has in an obstacle of a consensus way of thinking. I’m enjoying every book turning moment…Can you dig it!

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I Need a Shower


I Need A Shower

When life’s dramas get me down I hop in and wash it off,
The warmth of the water I breath it in exhaling all my troubles out,
What is a metaphor of stream,
that rises to the top,
but as that stream reaches me I let out an internal scream that never stops,

Releasing all my days worries, pains and anxieties.
giving birth to my new found friend the shower who has come to rescue me,
I wash it off,

Knowing bills need to be paid,
I wash it off,
coming home from work after a bad day,
I wash it off,
kids getting on my last nerves,
I wash it off,
having a partner who never learns,
I wash it off,
trying to keep my home spic and span,
I wash it off,

As the wetness rises away all the dirt and grim,
I start to feel relief come over my mind,
telling me every things well be okay,
If I just take some time to sit a pray.

When my boss asks me to do over time,
I wash it off,
After an argument with my moms,
I wash it off,
Feeling like nothing right,
all is wrong,
I wash it off,
When bill collectors keep call’n my home,
I wash it off,

It seems like a shower can never be to long,
I can be in there for hours just washing and singing old school songs,
Troubles seems to fall,
drift down the drain,
I kick them but not fast enough,
hoping they will just go away,
I wash it off,

When I cant get that CS from the BD,
I wash it off,
Losing a loved one,
I know it’s hard,
but temporarily you,
wash it off,
When you try your best,
but still feel like giving up,
wash it off,
You come to the conclusion that this life is not prefect,
but you must never give up,
wash it off,

So that when you step out,
you know what life’s all about,
don’t let life soak in,
cause you’ve washed it out!

On the text message with your girl friend when… GWHG TN COM,
Wash It Off!

By: Kizzewrites

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