Ring, Ring Is the tone of my phone when my number is dialed I answer, as I always do in a sweet, non-threatening manner, expecting to have the same returned to my ear, but it is not there. Discord is clear. oooooooh.....someone is mad at you.... I think to myself So who is this, this irate female, who is both crying and yelling calling me a name surely not marked on my birth certificate I listen Quietly, I listen and listen some more looking for a familiar name to be dropped so that I would know EXACTLY whose woman this was EXACTLY which brotha was raggedy with his EXACTLY whose grit I would lay bare for her loving yet caustic ears Her tirade broken, I seize the moment in the quick quiet and pause I pose the question...... "Are you done? May I speak?" No need to clear my throat DJ Kool I am not I have absorbed what you said and never interrupted For this I expect the same Courtesy,...Sista That is what you called me, right? Since you felt the need to plop your quarters down and call my house Disrespect me, Sista,... let me educate you on your man. His name, not important we both know it but his actions,... yes, let's discuss those. Yes, I met your man a few months ago while on a stroll with my girls Single and free is how he appeared and how he advertised himself Fine, he is, and can charm women with words His card, he deposited in my hand, with a smile and a dash of sin... But never,... NEVER sista,.. did he mention you at home waitin'