Upon awaking, I thanked God, and I prayed...For friends, for family, for insight into the strange, silent circumstance that I am facing.
God has a plan for me, and I'm dying to know what it is!!
Then my mind was drawn to my MSN pic. It's of Jill Scott. I was thinking about changing about another lovely black woman that I've admired...Maybe Dorothy Dandridge...
Which immediately calls to mind Carmen Jones, and Ms. D being sung to--and singing with--Harry Belafonte...
"You is my Joe..."
"I is your Joe..."
What is it with this media-marketed idea that black folks shouldn't speak proper English?
And then I remember that bad grammar makes me want to poke out my eyes. I can handle colloquial language, but not when it's used in extremes or as serious speech.
And then I set off to begin my day...
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