Answerable Questions

Here I sit on a Saturday night, in my panties, my beautiful wavy hair tickling my shoulder blades and wondering why my life is what it is.

Once again, I am looking for some answers. At the same time, I am realizing that I need to make some changes. It's time to go back into my cocoon. I told Miss Ali D that I would wait until August 1st, but damn this whole caterpillar stage is wreaking havoc on my psche. I'm fucked up! Ain't no other way to put it.

I need to know just a few things.

1. Will I lose my hearing and constantly ask, "Uh?" as my parents do?
2. Is it me or are all the decent and financially stable Black men gay?
3. Do I have "potential mistress" tattooed on my forehead?
4. Why is my boss trying to push me out of my job?
5. Will my enjoyment for alcohol and cigars ever diminish? Does it need to?
6. Will I ever really be me?
7. Why am I 35 years old and still asking "Who am I?"?
8. Why am I so lonely?

I have realized some things, thanks to Miss Ali D. I have gotten off the path of Divahood. I guess I sorta stopped at a rest stop or took a detour.. . . . I don't know. All I know is, I need to get on a good foot and start down that road again because these questions can only be answered by me.