I'm So Mega

by Mel Dau

“Hiding and scamming are two different things. Tighten up talking about my wife, lil nigglet.”

You shoot out the tires on one lil nigglet’s Power Wheels and you’re the bad guy.

That told me that old boy’s daddy was a bitch! God, forgive me. His daddy was lesser of a man than what was deemed acceptable.

I wouldn’t kill him. I try not to do that anymore, but a broken leg would build character.

I bet she wouldn’t tell that doctor that right now, as she sat on the table, she had Cajun seasoning, garlic, and onion powder, that orange Mexican seasoning black people thought went on everything, and hot sauce in her damn purse.

“Well, Corleone must be out of town, because Maggie told me that Kellie is going to the dance with a lil nigglet named Payton. Did you know that?”

The messiest person you know is a man

“Ruth, I’m not sure why you think I operate under the same societal rules as everyone else. Understand that your man would be a walking crime documentary if I ever got caught. Now bring your ass on.”

My mother sat there with this he just told you smirk on her face like I wouldn’t make her a widow and my brother or sister a fatherless child. The betrayal.

I ask that You guide my words, so that they can guide theirs, and we can lessen the need for extra names on page fourteen of the newspaper.

I didn’t want to listen, and I damn sure would judge.

A parent in denial was a dangerous thing. When you weren’t able to accept the things that your children could potentially be doing, it left blind spots that could be detrimental to their growth and possibly their safety.

Sometimes you had to keep things to the vest.