A Little Jackson Mississippi

Today, I feel a little colored. I feel a little Jackson Mississippi 1965. So let me play this character just a little while.

I done had me one a the hardest days since…yesterday. The bank wont cash my cheque because my Mama done changed my name when I was a girl and now the papers don’t match. So I figure the light bill gone have to wait.

Down at the Centerlink they tell me I’s gotta look for ten jobs a week. I feel like tugging on her pony tail and tell her they aint even ten jobs a week to look for. Good for her though, in her Maree Kaye powder and her so-ciety smile. She gone eat dinner tonight. Good fo her.

I done got me $10 in my pocket book, no food in my fridge and a hefty train ticket I gotta pay for tomorrow to get to a interview for a job ill never have. And I figure, I’m on buy me a nice dinner.

At the Red Lea I ask for the smallest half a breast she got, even then I ask her to cut a bit off a’cause I aint paying more than $2.50. In the Coles I pick me up them cheap poe-tatoes with the eyes growing to baby Jesus and above. They cheap, and I figure, I don’t mind cutting them eyes out. I even pick me up one a them little tubs a the frozen yogurt, I done figure I deserve it. They $1.50 for a tiny tub which aint great value, but ill be grateful for the sweet later after the sour day I had.

Phone ring and I figure its my Mama, calling again to tell me things I a’ready know. But it aint, its that hoy-maloy from the job I done interviewed for on the Friday been. He want to ask more questions and I gone do my best.