I'm used to being told how young I look. My age is a mystery to most.
I have a secret I don't tell. You won't find it in this post.
It was passed down to me by my grandmother, and her grandmother before her.
AS the story goes superstars were her fans and all the neighbors adored her.
"Honey" they would call her. Come on ova heah gul. Sit up on my lap. Before your momma comes and gives my neck a twirl."
And the neighborhood boys would laugh. And the girls would hiss and stare.
But the truth is she couldn't help it. The jones blood was mixed up in her
her. Her grandmother Cherokee Indian. Her grandmother White and Black.
We never give out home remedies. Because selling family secrets is whack!
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