I have been an entreprewoman, my whole life,
I can recall selling multi-colored, candied apples and peanut butter cookies,
When I was eleven and twelve on 20th Ave.
Always had cash I had earned,
By fourteen I was working part-time and had a savings account,
For real,
Wasn’t hungry, or doing without,
Just all about owning me…
Anyway,
Years later when I first got married,
My man, quite romantically I must say,
Wanted to ‘take care of me’…
Mmmm hmmm…
And hey, for a minute I was digging that,
I was from a long line of working women,
Well actually all of them were workers…
So, when my mom, aunts and godmother discovered,
I was not working, they didn’t say much,
It wasn’t their way and they knew I didn’t allow people in my business,
But they talked over me and around me,
One day my mama came right out and said it,
‘Baby, it is really nice to be taken care of, but it is even nicer to take care of yourself.
God knows you have a good man, but you must always be prepared to take care of you if it becomes necessary…’
I knew mama wasn’t ‘hating’ but loving…
And I started to handle my business again,
I know my man has got me,
But I also know most importantly that I got me,
That if the bottom fell out tomorrow,
I could live the same way I live now,
If I had to do it by myself,
I would be lonely and sad as all get out,
But I wouldn’t be hungry and I would still have cute shoes,
So my advice to the young sisters who ask is this,
‘Sweetie, if you got a man who wants to take care of you,
Count it all joy and bask in his love and care, but, learn how to do some thangs,
Educate and create, and self-protect,
Because as sure as life is to be lived,
What you know and what you can do can never be taken away,
Or compromised,
And being able to take care of yourself is THE BIZNESS!”
That is from me and Mrs. Black? :::winking:::
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