When I tie my head...

I'm strength.
I'm my ancestors.
I'm protected.

This is how I feel. This is what I see and it IS what I KNOW.

What YOU see,
is one of 'those naturals' or
A lazy person or
A trend.

When you see ME,
Know that I am unmatched.
I cannot be approached with ignorance.
I am not of or like anyone else.

Know this and never forget it.
(That was the DEEP me)

 

With that said, let me share with you what happened to me the other day.
SMDH

I tied my baldy up Friday.

Yeah. For those of you that don’t know me, I don’t have any hair.
Well, I do.
Maybe just enough to pinch,though.

Anyway, I stop by 7-11 for a Slurpee and beef patty before I hit the Metro (sleep on those patties if you want to, but they are better than Negril, in my opinion).

Walking towards the escalator, I'm approached by my fellow brown brother (I think he was from El Salvador).

He was drunk as a skunk. Just all pink in the face.

SIGH
He approaches me. I start eating my patty.

He said that he saw me walking towards 7-11 and made a dua (Islamic for prayer) that if I came back his way, he was going to speak to me.

 

So, in all of his drunken glory, and cuz I'm not an asshole cuz I KNOW how drunks don’t like to be ignored, I listen to him.
It was quite entertaining to say the least.

 

First, he says that he KNOWS I'm Muslim from my head wrap. SIGH

Second, he said that Allah sent him to speak to me because he PRAYED for this moment. *rolls eyes*

He goes on and on about himself (in all of 5 minutes, mind you). Along with it that he has been married/divorced twice (with wedding band still on) and that he needs to be my man to protect me because that is what the Quran says and that he KNOWS that I'm in need of protection.

LAWD!

With slurred tongue and unsteady balance, he recites verses to me (I don’t know Arabic, but I'm sure he was correct). *shrug*

Finally,just saying that he needs to, at THAT moment take me to save me because my eyes tell it all (I was watching to make sure the spit he was spewing didn’t hit my damn face).

SHIT!

Now, like I said, I was entertained. But grew irritated, quickly. (I finished my patty)

He asked me, finally, what was it that I wanted from him because he can do it (as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet).

Fuck. MY. Life!!!!!!!
I say to him, in the most gentle tone I have, that I would kindly like to get past him and get on the train to make it home to my baby girl.

I excuse myself and dip.

 

No. He didn’t call me a bitch as I walked away. He just said ‘damn’.
I guess he liked my pancake in my jeans (which were SUPER cute, by the way).

*shrug*

 

I don’t really know the point to this story. Ive lost focus.

 

Alejandro Jesus Ortiz bka Abdul Kareem Bilal dropped knowledge on me…with the smell of Tequila coming from his pores, who knew that would happen?

 

Ignorance is bliss, even coming from a drunk Muslim El Salvadorean with a fat ass wallet.