At a Crossroad of Denied Realities

In our town in somewhere America, we have a town witch, she was the one who told me to lift my dress in grade school. Honestly, she wasn't sexually abusive or anything but rumor had it that she could see. By that they meant she could see like x-ray vision like superman or something. Well, I wouldn't want to leave you on a ledge, I was actually wearing shorts, as in short pants. Another girl turned to her and said, "We're not all rich, like you." I couldnt see the connection. I was wearing a really nice short under my dress and years later I bought a dress that buttoned to the waist and revealed shorts called culottes.

Now, that you are off the ledge, let's talk about witches. That girl had flaming red hair and I know she rode a broom. But, she was part of the serious underground in our town, as in most towns, and people listened to what she said and they belonged to church groups and bingo parties, and other places where gabby women who control the men in power in small towns meet and hatch their batches of scandals or hands off. She was made a full of with my shorts and she decided to get even. She told everybody that I was black. Now, that was really something. I was the only black member in my family of really white people. How did she manage to tell everybody that I was black? She had another friend of hers who was called Patsy Black literally attack me in the school's playground. "How are you holding up your kneehighs," she asked? I showed her. I had put a rubber band on the inside of my kneehighs cause I had seen my mother used garters to hold up her nylon hose. I wanted to be like mom. "Ha," Patsy Black yelled, "you're worse than me!" You are worse than me. Patsy Black get it. I became black because Patsy Black said she was me or worse than or something. So, you're confused?

These secret games or plays as the red witches brother calls them are everywhere only we pretend we don't know about them except when we want to hurt someone we are envious of. She was jealous because I was brilliant and she was a red-headed hottie. Not bad, come to think of it.

I hope you jump of a ledge, hottie.

Now, let's talk about aliens. Are they not a part of that same area in the human mind that can convince people that a stunt by a girl called Black would make her victim black. That jump to making colors used as names and by extension, clothes, represent the person has become part of the secret coding of people in our town. We use the same kind of mental coding in talking about other things that we are afraid of, aliens. Aren't they little green men who smell really bad when decaying? Don't they have secret powers of telepathy, can't they see too? How's that you red- headed witch your ancestors are aliens.