Who do they think they are? Pack of bindle bums! Think they are all so damn good. They don’t know me. They don’t know who I am, what I’m about. Who do they think they are treating me like a kid? Bunch of bindle stiffs! They anti no better, they anti goanna amount to nothing’. Yeah, they goat stupid plan, but they anti goanna make it. Ha! A stupid dumb dumb, can’t string two words together and make it make sense, he’s so stupid! Lousy 01′ sheep. Why, he couldn’t put in a decent days work if he tried too.
He too 01′, he ought to be pappy that he has a place to stay. He should be worshipping the ground I walk on for that, but he anti. And that do-Goode Niger. Why, he beta know that he’ll be here until the day he die. He anti going’ nowhere, and if I had my way he’d be strung up like the dog he is. Treating’ me like that! Who does he think he is? Who do they think they are? They all better watch their mouths or I’ll have them all strung up. Stupid pack of bindle bums. They don’t know me. They don’t know nothing’! They anti got a clue what it’s like for me here.
Day in day out, jus’ me to talk to. A girl needs to talk to someone. A girl could go nuts cooped up in that two-by-four house all day with nothing’ to do. They always be telling’ me to get back to my husband’ but I listen to my lousy husband’ talking’ about using the 01′ one and two all the time and it’s cracking me up. I have feelings too, I need to be loved jus’ as much as the next girl. I anti hurting no-nobody by wanting to talk to those men. Anti doing’ nothing wrong and all they can do is be mean to me and call me awful names behind my back.
I know they do that-I anti stupid, I hear how they all talk for curlers infinite. Main’ sure how long I can take it all for. A girl needs a life and I anti got that. I need someone, something…. I use to be somebody. I could been somebody. I could had them nice clothes and stayed in them big fancy hotels. Could been in those shows. I was nearly in them pitchers, so close. I was a natural, folk told me so, guys told me so. I was so close after the night at the Riverside dance palace, I was so close could actually taste that sweet success.
It could been mine but my stupid 01′ lady messed with that. That was my life. Why did she do it? Why? If I’d gotten that letter I sure for hell wouldn’t be in this mess, id sure for hell I’d be somewhere beta. Beta than all the dumb dumb around here especially that no-good husband’ of mine. What use is he? I only married him coos my momma stole that letter. He took it from me. He stole my chance. He stole my chance of being somebody. I don’t even like him. I hate him, I hate all about him. That dumb dumb, Leonie done me a favor by beating him up, just a shame he had to stop when he did.
I had dreams when was a girl of meeting some handsome’ movie Star that would hiss me away from a life far far from what I have right now. That could still happen right? I Dunn, maybe this is my lot and I have to deal with that. Look at me.. Dolled up with my hair just right and my red lipstick and red nails, all done up with no-were to go! What’s it all for? I need to wipe these sorry tears away and get my strength coos hell I’m goanna need it around here. I’m goanna keep my eyes peeled at watch for any opportunity I can to get out of this god forsaken place and get me a beta life, the one I deserve.
