I could somewhat see my reflection in the door of the dryer machine as I listened to the commentary of the twelve o’clock news, waiting in the laundromat, just a few blocks away from my apartment building. Just as the news came to a close for the early afternoon, I was met by the all-too-familiar sounds of daytime talk-show host and their guest hollering about whatever bullshit situation that led them onto the show. You know how it goes, Who’s the daddy, that old bullshit.
I turned in the direction of the change machine to get a few more quarters, and just as I looked ahead with a few crumbled dollar bills in hand, I saw the face of a woman whom I never expected to see again… That bitch, Kendra, bending her big ass over to get something out of the soda machine.
I immediately pushed the dollar bills back into my denim jeans pocket and balled my fist, believing I would crack that bitch’s head open if I got within striking distance. I looked around to take in the emptiness of the laundry facility. Nobody wasn’t washing no damn clothes on a Wednesday afternoon but me, so I knew I could slide right over and beat the brakes off of that bitch without any witnesses.
Wait, before I proceed, let me fill you in on who she is and the events that led to the current situation… Continue Reading
Some freestyle writing I did before falling asleep with my face on the laptop, like a nerd. Nothing special, I was just messing around. Eh, Rubbish.
@ THE BUS STOP
That particular night was just like any other in the Adams Morgan area of Washington, DC. The bro’s and hoes were out partying in the streets, and the live bands played in the background to the active bars and restaurants as the beer and liquor flowed endlessly.
I looked down one minute and swallowed over a dozen shots, only to look up the next to see how late the night had become. Two in the morning was as late as I’ve ever stayed out. Despite being a delinquent teenager in my mother’s eyes, I was still never comfortable with staying out so late.
Upon noticing the time, I stood to my feet and staggered out of the bar in direction to the nearest bus stop on Columbia Road. The area was quiet and the bench area was empty, which was a surprise on a Friday night. I waited for some drunk ditsy blonde to come staggering up the street, but I did that already.
While seated at the bus stop, I did what any bored woman my age would do: go through my smart phone and find someone interesting to text. Either that or mess around on Facebook until my bus arrived. My attention was instantly taken off of my phone’s bright display screen to observe the man who arrived to join me in the wait for the bus.
He was a tall black guy with a muscular build and in dire need of a shave and haircut. He was dressed in the standard delinquent attire for black men: white v-neck tee shirt and blue jeans with a pair of clean Jordan brand sneakers. I never was attracted to black men, let alone their horrible choice of clothing. I could never understand why they choose to wear that style set, knowing police often identify criminals to that description.
His appearance and presence set me on edge a bit, so I crossed my legs and tucked the top of my dress in between my thighs, praying to god this guy wasn’t some sicko rapist. I’d rather be robbed than raped. Continue Reading
I wrote this throughout the summer of 2010 and just recently found it in my computer. Awful times I wish I could forget.
I look deep beneath your eyes and see misery
You don’t want him, but I want you,
But you’re not that into me.
It seems that lately we’ve become closer.
And that’s when he’s not hovering above you like a vulture.
You seem to only dial my digits when your marraige is rocky
How could you let him slide and talk so nonchalantly,
As if he never laid a hand on you
All you have to do is wash your hands of him
And say that you’re through.
Meanwhile on this side, things couldn’t be better.
I’m done dealing with my ex.
And I’ve got my shit together.
I never pay attention to the hoes and the heathers,
And I only hang out if its with the fellas.
Believe it as the truth.
I’m so into you
When are you gonna do what you said that you would do. Continue Reading