So after a few days of hiding out in Moya's posh Decatur pad, I ventured on over to my new neighborhood, my new home...
After an obnoxious stint on the Marta and a few pit stops at the West End Bank of America and Post Office, where the lines are ridiculously long for no reason.
Its a working class area at the bottom of Bougie Avenue(a.k.a.Cascade) near abouts Abernathy. Its a black neighborhood with old peple who still sit on their porches and wave as I walk by.( Old people make for good neighbors-they got the police on speed dial in case some riff-raff' and nonsense comes into the neighborhood). I walked up my porch to hear my new dogs 'don't have a name' and 'i forgot his name' running to greet me...It was beautiful.
Still don't have a bed...let me rephrase that-'I still dont have someone to bring my bed across town for me"
After my soul basked in the heat- I walked over to Krogers( a popular grocery chain over here). This kroger in particular has a barber shop- a nail salon, an athletes foot and tax services. No thats not an exaggeration. It is probably the ghettoist shit i've seen in a loooong time. I had been craving spinach- and the night before, i attempted to make what i thought was spinach and turned out to be lettuce(fuck you- they look the same). Of course i didn't realize this until i had a pot full of boiled lettuce...ANYWAY I purchased some spinach and since I live in a cloured section- there were two checers open in the entire store. So i decided to try out those self checking machines, which i abhor. The machine shortchanged me of a precious quarter i needed for my trip back. I stood in the long customer service line for 15 minutes to get my quarter....
After an exhausting day of waiting in line then waiting...i walked all the way to castleberry to see my friend Tam. Shes rooming with 3 morehouse dudes which i think is taking a toll on her whether shes conscious of it or not. We twisted her hair which took like 2 hours while listening to Young Jeezy in a room filled with weed smoke. we left and attempted to get some food on campus with the SOL
s but despite all of tams smooth talking social skills, we got kicked out the caf looking like two homely ashy-kneed kids.
So I'm back in the white neighborhood. Back to where the supermarkets are brightly lit. Where i can call sushi and it comes to my door. Where i can walk across the street without running for my life. Where I'm not surrounded by chicken on every block. Where people don't lean out their cars 'hey shaaaaawty', where some nappy headed somebody approaches me liek 'hey dred-or better yet-my beautiful african queen of earth mother...shut the fuck up.
Lol- but they still make me smile inside
and like Mr. Rogers says
it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood....
Please wont you be, my neighbor?
alii
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just move to seattle. i bet you'll be yearnin' for an abundance of culuds, specially that, "my beautiful african queen of earth mother" macaliciousness...as a matter of fact, i quite miss it myself...peace and blessings ;)
welcome back to atl...and the neighborhood...be safe on them streets though.
Now you know you got your nails done and got some chucks at the kroger.
1. I love my neighborhood, the West End, Atlanta. I love that it has entirely too much personality in the old houses on my street.
@pheonix-you and these words "macaliciousness"...They make me smile inside
@thanks Blaackwomyn. I'll let you know when i need you to 'take care of someone'
@omni loving-I is ast your house right now on your computer. WASSSSUP!!
@entellektual soul-thanks miss-i ve been reading your blog for a hot second myself. I guess living here is to make up for my lily white childhood where there wasn't a cloloured in sight.
you'd better love it hard and strong and long while it is what it is, cuz gentrification's a bitch and that mother's on it's mighty white way!
(can you tell that's a sensitive subject for me?)
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