By Deon A.

Performance: February, 2002
Youth Guidance Center, San Francisco


Black Jetta:

My dad is really insecure about me havin’ a lot of girl friends, because when he was young, about my age, he had his heart broken, and he don’t want the same thing that happened to him, to happen to me. he went on a rampage and started chasing them off, chasing all my girlfriends away. 
I feel frustrated, angry, depressed, aggravated. I see my dad as a loving father who really cares about me, but I also see him as an over-protective father who don’t want me to be happy. 
And huntin’ season is coming tomorrow, and I need to mate with one of my girlfriends before they all scatter to the other side of the rainforest to hide out. 
Father, I’m really fed up with you hatin’ on me gettin’ my mate on, and I’m trying to have my dream come true to have my kids, and you standin’ in the way of it. and if I gotta stop you from scarin’ them away, it just gonna be like that because my dream is more important than anything else, even though I still got much love for you. Slow down, father, with all your cock blockin’ and let me get my’s because I’m just a squirrel trying to get a nut. 
I’m feeling determined to have my kids and we have a good life at any cost. I’m ready to sacrifice my good friendship I got with you. I’m confused, because I love you, and would love to have kids, and for you to be with me, to be their grandfather. Because you never had one, and can finally be one. 
I don’t want us to have to get technical and to get into a serious fight. ‘Cause we both got viscous tempers and we know never to give up until the last person standing, and I don’t want to have to kill you, or you to kill me, because I’m going 51/50 on my’s.

Sundown: I love my son with all my heart, but he kinda young, so he don’t know where O.G. is coming from. Because I been there, I done it, I messed around, but after the years, this is what I found – nobody gonna love you like me. You just mad but you can’t see that you got it bad, you got it bad for them broads, they ‘aint gonna give you nothin’ ‘cept a headache, and a broken heart. So I’m just tryin’ to protect you, so you don’t end up like me, when I got my heart broken at a young age. 
Man, I didn’t eat for a week, I was depressed, down, weak, aggravated, crushed, stressed out, wounded in my heart. And I feel like I was nothin’. so I’m just trying to lace you up, I’m trying to lace your paws so you can be up on game, and don’t wind up the same way I was. 
I’m not trying to get in the way of your dreams. But you wouldn’t want to go through the things I been through at your age. 
My son is blind to those back-stabbin’ effeminate panthers. Our relationship between father and son is down the drain, and I feel crushed and empty. Furious that my son, who I raised since he was a little cub, can turn his back on me like I never did nothin’ for him. 
I could try to talk to the female panthers, so I can know who I’m dealing with, and find the best female partner for my son. because I could spot a back-stabber by a mile. And if she pass all the tests, she available to be my son matin’ partner.
    The End.