“Fuckitty-Fuck-Fuck-Fuck Part 2: Shit-Shit-Shit-Shit-Shit” by Nkosi Ife Bandele
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .
For my daughter, “Shit!” became the Shit . . .
When I grow up, I want to be Frankenstein . . .
When my twins were two years old I had steamy droplets of perspiration dripping out of every pore in my body. . . .
The task at hand seemed impossible yet every day he had to accept his fate and undergo the process . . .
The task at hand seemed impossible yet every day he had to accept his fate and undergo the process . . .
You got me. I sometimes steal away into McDonald’s with my nine year old, and we share a large fry. . .
It started when she was quite young. . .
So there I was being selfishly glum after learning that tonight’s tenth anniversary dinner reservations had to be cancelled . . .