Open Letter III

[MeezDiscreet]

to my family: let's not make the only time we get together be for a funeral. although i was so happy to see so many of you (and meet so many of you) that i haven't seen in years, i hate that it takes tradgedy to bring us together. as easy as we can convey the message of death, let us just as easy get together for a bbq, or holiday dinner, or just for the fun of it.

to kobe's wife: girl, that purple diamond aint enough to make up for what he did.

to mary j. blige: bring it back "my life" style please!! i know that your life is more positive now, but i know you can do it

to my neighbor: damn you. there are some things in life you can't control and that you just have to let go. i'm a grown woman and my name is the only one on the lease. when you pay my rent, i'll play my music at your desired level. if you hear a bass line every now and then, isn't it understandable. we live in close quarters dummy! you only a slab of cement away!

to that brotha who danced his azz off BY HIMSELF at the club: just do tha dang thang. don't worry about anybody laughing at you work up a sweat by yourself. you came by yourself and had fun by yourself and i had fun watching you have fun.