Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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Just thinking, sitting outside my penthouse with Santa. I believe after a week we now have an understanding of each other. He does as I say, and he still doesn't listen to me. Not a damn word, I am trying to be less strict with myself and more like....I hate to say it Paisley ass. Freer, I am not there yet, but I am trying to start with Santa.
I was looking at him chewing on a toy I had gotten him since he ate up my six thousand dollar pair of Jimmy Choos when I was gone today.
I looked down at my brother's number on my contact list and pressed the call. Just when I was going to hang up he answered.
"Ro? Is everything okay?"
"Yes, damn Raymond, I can't call my big brother?"
"I'm just asking you never call and shit. Just making sure I don't need to come down there and bust a nigga head open.
He could do David lying ass.
"No, I am fine. I was calling to see how you and your family are doing."
"Thank you, everyone is doing good. How are you down there?"
"Good, I wanted to know if little Robin wanted to come to a birthday party of a little girl I know."
"You want me to bring, her from Panama to a birthday party? Who child is this?" He laughed.
They lived a good life, I hate his wife and I know she is a golddigger but that's just me. But he takes care of his family very well.
"My co-worker. Her is Scarlett, her daughter is turning seven and her name is Ona. Cutest baby."
"Oh...I am telling little Robin."
"Stop it you know what I mean."
"I do, and fine when is it?"
"This Saturday."
"Robyn? That is tomorrow, why haven't you been said shit little sis?"
"I thought maybe you were busy."
"Never for my little sister, we'll be down tomorrow."
We talked a little while longer then it was time for me to call it a night, I was tired and Santa started biting my shit up again.
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I was laying here trying to get sleep Santa all in my damn bed biting my hands.
