how come there are 7 signs in the kitchen work area
how come 2 signs about throwing food in the trash
how come about 3 for the refrigerator / freezer
how come and 2 over the sink
how come i want to take pictures of them...
how come the photo album should be called, "and we're talking to adults?"

how come they making me earn my $$ today
how come had to talk in my assertive tone
how come PMS will bring out the grown woman who ain't got time for the BS
how come i don't like being like that, but it gets the results

how come *singing* god is tryna tell me something...
how come (yet again) stuck behind folks going 45 in a 50...
how come gotta learn to have patience and not be in such a rush all of the time...

how come tizzy, i LOVE signs...
how come cuz everyone just don't get it...
how come i started taping typed notes on the girls' bedroom door...
how come so there can be no questions or misunderstandings due to my handwriting...
how come i date them too (so there can be no question about that either)...
how come when they see a note, they take heed...
how come i was just plain old tired of repeating myself and punishing them for not listening...
(how come i can hear whisper now: mean mommie...slave driver mommie...)
how come wuteva's cleva...

how come revamped my living space...
how come created a dining nook in the main room and threw out the kitchen table...
how come when sitting on the couch, your eyes are drawn to my bookshelf now...
how come i had to get rid of a lot of books at the used bookstore...
how come i still have a lot and picked up more with my credit and 3 1st editions today...
how come i really didn't need the 1st editions...
how come they was just caaaallin me...

how come the emoticons aren't working...
how come ya'll will have to imagine my evil smiles then. ;o)

how come mean mommie!
how come but shoot if they take heed, do what it do
how come seriously, i want to take pictures of the signs...

how come it was good seeing glory and adrian on saturday
how come the photos look so amazing
how come its beautiful to see all that actually captured

how come the new site has been SIMPLIFIED...strictly open-mics now
how come but still tweaking it

how come day #2 septa and the blame game
how come we dont' care who's wrong...just work it out
how come trains on fire and what not

how come i really have not seen whisper in a looooong time
how come wow

how come facebook is a little creepy sometimes
how come is it me, or do you notice that if someone post on your page, then all of a sudden you get a request from their stalker?
how come they keeping tabs on them through you
how come wondering how the brotha / sista knows you?
how come scary world
how come some crazy kind of love out there
how come so i don't just accept all requests anymore...

how come in the voice of New Edition "cool it now"

how come i don't really use facebook for networking...
how come there's only a couple of poets as friends that i don't know that well...
how come maybe 2 or 3...
how come friending random strangers isn't cool...

how come...i think i need to take inventory of my friends list
how come...some people i meet very briefly through the artist thing, media thing, venue things...
how come...but this is a bad practice to friend strangers, I'm sloooowly learning

how come i'm tripping over the generation gap blur in my home...
how come we pretty much listen to the same music...
how come they love maxwell but can't stand sade though...
how come they moan everytime i play her CD...
how come they were happily surprised when they found out i had amerie's CD...
how come tiny's listening to the bp3 right now...
how come alyssa is a BIG kanye fan...
how come i tolerate most of miley cyrus...
how come i am SO HAPPY they don't like the jonas brothers...
how come they think i'm gonna let them listen to lil wayne though...
how come .

how come people accuse you of doing what it is that THEY are guilty of doing?
how come...doesn't that shit get old after a while?
how come same person, same 10 year old argument?
how come people don't look within and try and learn who they are, try and fix what they are capable of fixing, and GROW?
how come it's draining...
how come i can't always be strong?
how come no one seems to understand that sometimes, i may just need their help or support?
how come breathe...

how come yeah, my kids actually think i'm 'cool' sometimes...
how come when i put my 'no lil wayne ' foot down, they don't even argue...
how come i guess they're like, "well, we knew she wasn't THAT cool!"
how come i gotta love them for tryin...

how come thanks for the virtual hug...
how come yes, it was a libra...
how come are y'all ALL that damn stubborn?
how come it had me seein red and in a mood for days...
how come a KOP retail therapy trip didn't even help like it should've...

how come i'm feeling mentally/emotionally better...
how come now i'm physically sick...
how come the mind/body connection is strong...

how come I had to explain to the hair dresser what a no lye relaxer is
how come she told me i had to come in when someone can "handle my hair"
how come this italian chic did my hair better then I could
how come I cant seem to just let this perm grow out
how come im not patient enough to go natural
how come I havent written a piece about this incident yet
how come he says hes not ready yet
how come the year I waited isnt enough
how come I havnt dated anyone else but him the past year
how come this dosnt get under my skin
how come I havent written a peice about this either
how come Im at work not doing work
how come I cant just go home
how come it's friday and I have no where to go
how come he complains about our distance but hes busy this weekend
how come I gotta make a party scene in this neighborhood
how come I gotta question myself so much
how come I couldnt make it through that exercise tape
how come I already know the answer to that
how come the question even came up

how come i always say i'm gonna let my perm grow out and go natural...
how come and then i realize how lazy i am and how much i can't stand dealing with my hair...
how come i still haven't bought a wig yet...
how come every time i think of buying one, tizzy's like the devil on my shoulder saying, "YOU DON'T NEED A WIG!!!! You're already lazy."
how come i hate hearing that damn voice in my head.