<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=436437" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Heffa</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Don't let me chase you...<br>Heffa! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother would say this, <br>Before she did my sister's hair.<br>And I would sit in a chair...<br>To watch my sister.<br>And she would cry and I would stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What you looking at? '<br>My sister Mimmie would say! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm looking at you! <br>What you gonna do? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You kids better not start nothing with me.<br>Hold your head still, girl! <br>And don't you say another word, Larry! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would think to myself...<br>'Is Mimmie a 'heffa' when she gets her hair done? <br>Why when I called her that...<br>She would chase me, <br>And I would run? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then my mother would say, <br>'Would you kids stop that! <br>Both of you get on my last nerve.<br>Stop that fighting crap.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ma, what is a 'heffa'? <br>And why is Mimmie one? <br>Is it the way she looks...<br>When her hair is undone? <br>If I called her that, <br>She wants to fight with me.<br>Daddy don't call her a heffa.<br>Why do you...<br>Exclusively? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother would look at me, <br>As if I was crazed.<br>I could tell in her eyes, <br>She was trying for 'something' to say! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never heard my mother curse.<br>She didn't have to back then.<br>But I grew to understand...<br>'Heffa' was a word, <br>Black women shared between them! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And my sister Mimmie...<br>Thought she needed to keep me in 'check'! <br>And 'if' I didn't leave her alone...<br>A grown man I would never become or get! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I grew up in a family of very strong willed 'heffuhs'! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Dedicated to: <br>Those women in my family whom I love dearly.<br>And I have learned what they say to each other, <br>And amongst themselves...<br>Is between them as women! <br>And they have provided me with 'much' wisdom! <br>I know now...<br>What is said 'endearingly' between them, <br>Is not for a man to repeat! <br>Even though they can say what they wish, <br>About us! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Right, fellas'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=436437" data-title="Heffa de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="'Don't let me chase you... Heffa! ' My mother would say this, Before she did my sister's hair. And I would sit in a chair... To watch my sister. And she would cry and I would stare. 'What you looking at? ' My sister Mimmie would say! I'm look..."></div> </div> </div>

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