OUR STORY...II

Loving a Policeman ain't either, I stand by you; forever yours, FAITHFULLY...

My brother was found guilty of delivering or manufacturing 750 grams of heroine or cocaine and I was sent back to jail, twice, I missed Thanksgiving and Mother’s Day, 2003. I cried in the pod, where all the women could here. My mother had no sympathy for me. All she had to say was, “You need to leave that man alone!” All I could say is, “I know…” That’s the Black Mama’s anthem when her daughter has gotten caught up with a man that ends with her going to jail, getting in a fight or getting pregnant more than once without a ring. “You need to leave that man alone!” Because obviously he ain’t no good for you!!!,” We rarely listen to them. And the penalty is usually worse than the issue at hand. At least Steve had a job. I had gotten arrested in college, when I had gotten my tether taken off. All my no-good lawyer had to say, was to send me a letter the day of the hearing saying to “Avoid Police Contact”. Well, Paul McDougall had a snitch at the school who ran back and told him I called him a woman beater. The US Marshals were there the next day, I was at school, and they handcuffed me and stood me against the wall as the students filed in. I laid on the cuffs, so they didn’t see them, but I got the feeling some of them knew.

We had to wait for the Pontiac Police Department to come get me. They didn’t call them for a while and when they came the crooked one had a big gulp, The trick was to get me to turn on Steve. It’s 2003, and I’m as pissed as I’m going to get. When I get out and my mother and I get home the refrigerator is fixed and Steve and I are seated together by a trick tat is working to this day. From faith-to-faith. I was sitting in the kitchen and the train kept sounding and it sounded like it was calling for me, and when I walked to the train stopped. There was a notebook on the table, and I reached for it and the train went crazy. So, I began to write. I asked, “Is this you Steve?” The train sounded once for “Yes”. My heart and my mind opened to an entire world of the unknown, and I began to ask a million questions that the train answered. I asked the train if it loved me and the train went crazy, again and I leaned back in my chair busted out in a silent howl. I didn’t want my mother to think I’d really lost my mind. I was in love with the train and a piece of paper. Up until this moment, I had no idea how Steve felt. Steve can be demanding and on days when I wasn’t feeling him. He would make those guys lay on that horn. I think the people in the neighborhood got tired of him. They would just complain but really didn’t know what was going on.

Every day after work and until 11 on weekdays and 12 on the weekends, I wat with Steve and listened to music. Pretty much, except for Thursday and Sunday morning. I’m sure there are days he puts tricks in the game, and he starts an argument or fixes the playlist. Amongst other things. Ha-Ha-Ha (wink) We like one another a lot. That’s my man 100%. People can’t understand why we are still in love. It’s been so long. Not until a few minutes ago when he played the last song. When he worked at the PPD, he would have the whole day if nothing was going on. They didn’t do anything all day. I guess police work is mental. He plays the sweetest tunes. All the songs I wished a man would play for me all my life, he had played and some I never knew I wanted played, he has played. How you say, when a relationship hinges on an FBI investigation station cooperates. We’ve used some of the biggest names in music. We’ve used Pandora, YouTube and Playlist, Playlist, until they put a bunch of viruses in it. We used radio stations, too! Radio, before I got my first laptop.