because she was somewhat my partner in crime. Li’l Mama was a dymed up red-bone, with an ass that was stupid phat. All the ballers were on her thong. That played right into my hands bein’ that I was a jackboy.
Luscious would set those fools up real sweet, and I would leave ‘em leaking wit’ their dicks in the dirt. Because Lil Mama knew so much on me that could get me a bid wit’ football numbers attached, I had to either keep fuckin’ wit’ her or body the hoe.
“I swear you be lettin’ that bitch punk you,” Luscious said, tryna get under my skin. I didn't bite tho'.
"Sho’ do,” I agreed and continued soaping my six-one, one hundred and ninety-seven pound frame.
“Well, Ebony is goin’ to need pampers and food. Can you run to the store and handle that before you go put out whateva new fire Miss Sedity needs you to put out?” She rolled her neck hard enough to snap it off.
I hummed Lil Wayne’s tune, ‘Mirror’ featuring Bruno Mars.
“Oh, so you just gonna ignore a bitch?” she asked standing by the shower in her birthday suit.
“Damn, Shawdy. You finally figured it out, huh?” I replied with sarcasm while adding more hot water.
“I hate you! When it comes to your bitch or to Devin, you’re Johnny on the mothafuckin’ spot. But when it comes to me and yo’ daughter it’s always wait, wait, mothafuckin’ wait.”
“That’s what you get fo’ baby trappin’ a nigga.”
“I didn’t baby trap yo’ black ass; you shoulda pulled out of the pussy. Nigga, you didn't have to bust all up in me if you didn't want what comes with it.”
“Nawl, you shouldna slipped the condom off. Then again, I shoulda expected somethin’ slick out of a slick hoe. Anyway, I’m ‘bout to be out.”
I turned the water off, got out of the shower, and grabbed a towel off the towel rack on the wall. Luscious stood there poppin' off at the mouth as I toweled myself dry. She was tryna make me put a foot in that ass, but like we say in the 'A', I wasn't going.
I opened the bathroom’s door and nudged Luscious out. Then, I slammed the door in her mug. She kicked the door, twisted the door handle, and screamed, "Open this mothafucka right now!"
I kept right on humming. The more she screamed, the louder I hummed. I tossed my Akoo white tee over my head, stepped into my Akoo jeans, and splashed on some Prada cologne that I kept at her crib. When I opened the door, she was still bumping her gums, not talking about a goddamn thang.
I went into her bedroom to get my Jordans and my cell phone, and then I was out.
“And I’m tired of hiding Ebony from yo’ bitch. You better tell her about us, or I will,” she hurled at my back as I headed out of the door. I stopped in my tracks and spun around.
“And when you do that, I’ma make our daughter motherless,” I promised.
“Are you threatening me, Blunt?” she challenged.
“Real niggas don't make threats; they pull triggers. Don’t forget that.”
I trotted down the stairs, hopped in my whip, and mashed out without giving the shit that Luscious was jabbering about any further thought.
Truth Told
Molaysia
I was traumatized to hear that my man had been laying up with some random whore fucking her raw. On top of that, he had fathered a newborn daughter with her. I wondered when the liar and cheater would tell me about the new baby.
I sat there with a broken heart and a shattered spirit. I had given Blunt my all from the moment we first kissed. I had never been dishonest with him or cheated. Even after finding out about his side chick, I planned to remain true. Keyshia Cole’s song, ‘I should of Cheated’ came to mind, but that's not who I am.
I turned in my chair and looked over at the bookshelf. On the top shelf was a silver framed photo of Aunt Sara. She stood in front of her small brick home in her Sunday’s best. She wore a sky-blue dress with a matching hand-crocheted hat; a beautiful oversized white flower bloom decorated it on one side.
Auntie was such an elegant woman, and I wished that I could be as strong as she was. After I moved to Atlanta, we spoke every day. It was lovely to hear her voice. She always cheered me up and made me laugh. She had