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“A Diva is a female version of a hustler…”
Excuse me Mrs. Jay-Z, but I think a Diva is much more than a person who will sell or get anything by questionable or aggressive means. (Thanks Webster)
Some may say a Diva is a spoiled biatch who wants to get her way and only her way by either manipulating or ordering people around solely because she thinks she is God’s greatest gift to man and the only one in existence.
Sounds like something my son would say about his sis Tia.
She is a princess, and her heart is in the right place. She is very helpful around the house. Baby sits whenever I ask, as long as she gets paid her free time.
Around that time of the month, Tia makes it known that she wants to be left alone. She pulls the covers over her head and announces to me in particular everyone that she is not getting out of bed for anyone. She speaks her mind so articulately.
At dinner time Tia will argue with her siblings about who will set the table, wash and dry the dishes and mop the floor every night because she doesn’t want to cares so much. Even though I have set up a schedule for who is to do what every night, she does have a break every other night. She knows just how to get a job done.
When the clothes need to be separated and folded after I do all the laundry Tia will bribe persuade Tamara (who is just six), to put away her big sis's clothes for a bag of gummy worms. Tamara does it and Tia now owes her 7 bags of gummy worms, 2 lollipops and 1 bag of Hershey kisses. Any day now Tamara is waiting for her reward for being such a good little sucker sister. She just has to stop asking Tia so many questions, and maybe she’ll find it all miraculously appear on her bed one day.
If sickness befalls the BIBI household and Tia happens to get the sniffles catch the bug, then everyone has to attend to Tia. I anyone not sick in the house will bring her hot tea with a freshly squeezed lemon with 1 tablespoon of honey. I they plump up her pillows, and massage her feet, and make sure that her room is not too hot or too cold. She is made comfortable even if it means getting out of bed at 2 AM to pass her the glass of water on her nightstand table. She was too weak to reach that far.
So, I think that Mrs. Jay-Z should rewrite her song to say that a Diva articulates what she wants, how she wants it, when she wants it, without any questions asked.
I am a proud momma of a Diva. My daughter's behavior is just a product of someone else's imagination.
I am a nobody,
nobody is perfect,
therefore I am perfect.
Damn! I still don't get it!