CRAZY MAIZY

She ran through the hills whooping and hollering, with fire in her eyes
dancing through thunder and lightning. Her Mama would scream
from the back door "get in here, you crazy girl, people are going to
start calling you “Crazy Maizy”. Maizy would yell back at her Mama,
“Leave me alone, Mama, or the Angel of Death will come for you.”
Her Mama was alone with Maizy since she was four years old when her Daddy walked out on them. She always thought back to the times
her Daddy beat her Mama and how her Mama cowered in the corner
in a fetal position fearing his fists. Maizy swore if her Daddy ever
came back, when she was old enough, she would surely kill him.

Maizy loved the hills where she shared freedom of life with the birds
and small animals. She spoke to them and they understood her.
Maizy and her Mama were poor folks with little to offer anyone so they had no friends. The people in the hills looked down on them and
the boys and girls teased Maizy, but Maizy handled herself well.
She could beat the living daylights out of any little boy or girl who
accosted her.

Maizy was smart beyond her years and knew things that her Mama
didn’t understand about life, love and most of all sadness. When
she was alone, she would wipe away her tears of sadness with her
long blonde pigtails that hung down onto her shoulders. She was
embarrassed by the way she and herMama lived, with little food and hand-me-down clothes and swore one day she would live up on the hill and look down on those that teased her. She never showed the side of feminity or sadness to her Mama, for her Mama’s burden was way too big for her to be worried about Maizy too.

As years passed and Maizy became a teenager, she turned into a sudden beauty, tall, thin, long legs, blonde hair bleached naturally by the sun. Her breasts bloomed into ripe cantaloupes and her small
waist and rounded butt drove the young boys crazy. Her eyes
sparkled and looked golden in the sun. Her skin was sun-tanned
to a deep dark brown. Maizy loved the river, the water was so inviting and she would skinny-dip, the teenage boys would hide watching and longing for her. Maizy knew they were there and relished in the fact that they longed but would never touch her. The girls in the town grew jealous but still tried to befriend her. She knew
that they wanted her as a friend just to attract the boys. She shied away from them.

There is one other thing that no one knew about Maizy, she could
look into anyone’s eyes and read their thoughts. She sometimes
even saw what the future held for them.

In her Mama’s eyes, she saw the glory of God; in her Grandmother’s
eyes, Angels dancing; and she often thought of her Daddy’s eyes,
those eyes of evil.

She was soon known to have the “gift”, since she was able to answer
people’s questions before they asked and often predicted the
future. The people in the hills feared her, yet respected her
since they did not know if her “gift” was given by God or the
devil.

Maizy was known well throughout the hills and soon people were
begging for her advice and predictions. Being wise, Maizy charged for her services. She bought her Mama a house on the
hill, and she did not look down on the people who treated her
so poorly as a child, but rather pitied them.

Still Maizy ran through the hills whooping and hollering, with fire
in her eyes dancing through the thunder and lightening. Her Mama
still yelled from the back door "get in here, you crazy girl, people
are going to start calling you “Crazy Maizy”. Maizy still yells back
at her Mama, “Leave me alone, Mama, or the Angel of Death will come for you.”

CRAZY MAIZY

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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