What She Doesn’t Know Can Only Help Him

Joey called me and said, “Pick me up at Ms. Nikki’s. Mom’s bein’ mean.”

He was ready when I pulled up at the house.

“What’s wrong with your mom,” I asked. “She mad coz I arranged for some one else to      pick you up yesterday after school?”

“Are you kidding me? I didn’t tell her. She thought you brought me home.”

“Then, why was she bein’ mean?”

“She couldn’t find her belt. She started yellin’ at me so I said you were here and I went to Ms. Nikki’s.”

I laughed and patted him on his back. “You’re too much.”

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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2 Responses to What She Doesn’t Know Can Only Help Him

  1. The Mom says:

    This makes me smile Joe. You are breaking the cycle of abuse for this kid. His life is hard now, but he won’t grow up and treat his own kids this way, because you were part of his life.

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