And there I stood.
Your words blew threw me like the wind through the broadside of an old barn.
You reached into my chest, pulled out my heart, dropped it on the ground and stepped on it on your way out our door.
And I
Was poured out
Like water on to sand.
He was your new thing, had a Bavarian machine and a few diamond rings.
You told me how much bigger and better he was than me and how he
fulfilled you.
Our happy home was boring and you were too young to be tied down to one tired old dude.
So you were off to see the wizard. Get your kicks on Route 66.
Your exit opened the door to hell.
Flames of pain licked and taunted me with the barbs of your laughter and your words.
My fleshed burned from inside out as a result of the nuclear wasteland you left inside of me.
Fallout.
Radioactive.
Vaporizing tears as they crept out of ducts,
Denying me the smallest, most basic release.
Sleep no longer claimed it knew me, abandoning me as if I had betrayed its deepest secret.
Appetite joined the exodus, depositing lost pounds in the toilet love had become.
Agony moved in and made itself comfortable, bringing friends and relatives of heartache, despair,
Sorrows and no-cares.
And something within me, deep within me, bent, broke and ever so slowly, slowly,
Died.
So there I existed rather than lived, decomposing into putrefaction,
Shunned by the world.
Didn't notice.
Didn't care.
George Romero my father,
The walking dead.
But in the ash and ruin of Mt. St. Helen
A blade of grass eventually, defiantly, struggles to the surface
and breathes.
The once thought lost main frame
Reboots.
And I,
Regenerate
Because there is something that heals all wounds.
And it is on my side.
The rain falls,
Washing me,
Cleansing me,
Refreshing me,
Renewing me,
And I,
INHALE!
As life slowly grows in me.
It's not my time to die
I realize
And start to live the life given to me,
Surviving the holocaust given to me,
Erasing the red ink deficit of pain,
Investing and saving and growing in me to be free,
Getting back to way past zero.
Having made it through, the burning Saharan sands,
Having had death lick me,
To unbelievably find something tastier elsewhere.
Miracled out of emotional paraplegia,
I rise.
I walk
To the insistent phone
Hear your choked voice
From the other side of midnight
Wanting to come home
He left you,
For a new thing
With a Bavarian machine
And a few diamond rings...
Hosea 2
©SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Winter
It's winter now, and i vaguely remember
Soft ties, luscious lies...falling timber
Your eyes meet mine, your mind caresses
all that i am and know
can't wait for snow...but oh
It's winter now, just last September, or was it November
You held me, loved me, stroked me insane
We were wishing for rain, but instead we got a rainbow
A spectrum of colors, blended perfectly to be....what we want it to be
It's winter now, just past December...and i can't forget you
i still remember, your touch, your taste, your smile
Makes me want to sit and rock a while on this chair, this porch, this swing
that is you...
you bring
me back...even though...it's winter
It's winter now, way past January...well into February
but it doesn't matter cuz the feeling remains
you are still the same...a stain
on my heart
while we drift apart
It's winter now...
And I am cold.
Soft ties, luscious lies...falling timber
Your eyes meet mine, your mind caresses
all that i am and know
can't wait for snow...but oh
It's winter now, just last September, or was it November
You held me, loved me, stroked me insane
We were wishing for rain, but instead we got a rainbow
A spectrum of colors, blended perfectly to be....what we want it to be
It's winter now, just past December...and i can't forget you
i still remember, your touch, your taste, your smile
Makes me want to sit and rock a while on this chair, this porch, this swing
that is you...
you bring
me back...even though...it's winter
It's winter now, way past January...well into February
but it doesn't matter cuz the feeling remains
you are still the same...a stain
on my heart
while we drift apart
It's winter now...
And I am cold.
Misplaced Pride
Loose lips fly with cuss words
Going high up in the air
No longer stare
In disbelief at the sound of a ghetto kids negative
speak Lord,
speak to me
about what it’s like
They don’t act like they want to live good
Grief!
Can you believe what you see after all these years?
Cats hanging on the corner till deep in the night
Time to go to work after hearing beats and laughter because
Niggas only do what they see as right
Proud to be a nigga
Don’t want to do no betta
Unless that means getting some rims, smoking something mild and
Perpetrating the fraud of a life blown up phat’r
Can you tell me what’s happening to the black
People need to rise up and do something about this shit.
Male niggas lust after hood rats
Whose babies done infiltrated good black folk’s spot
These kids playing on other folks grass
Is not like the dirt pad in front of their crib
Is
dirty
as
hell!
Tell me who’s to blame
For all the trash on the block
That apparently no one dropped
Can’t count on niggas to stop and pick up
The fight
Too busy thinking about self to care
“fuck you looking at, nigga”
Heads shake to keep from fighting
This negativity with hands
On the trigger
Maybe if we was bigger balled
We’d
kill
these
niggas.
Psychological disease called Racial Self Hatred
Running deep
Through the veins of the people
Who are ashamed to
See nigga’s coming
they running from the images of
too many black folks
proud to be niggas.
Going high up in the air
No longer stare
In disbelief at the sound of a ghetto kids negative
speak Lord,
speak to me
about what it’s like
They don’t act like they want to live good
Grief!
Can you believe what you see after all these years?
Cats hanging on the corner till deep in the night
Time to go to work after hearing beats and laughter because
Niggas only do what they see as right
Proud to be a nigga
Don’t want to do no betta
Unless that means getting some rims, smoking something mild and
Perpetrating the fraud of a life blown up phat’r
Can you tell me what’s happening to the black
People need to rise up and do something about this shit.
Male niggas lust after hood rats
Whose babies done infiltrated good black folk’s spot
These kids playing on other folks grass
Is not like the dirt pad in front of their crib
Is
dirty
as
hell!
Tell me who’s to blame
For all the trash on the block
That apparently no one dropped
Can’t count on niggas to stop and pick up
The fight
Too busy thinking about self to care
“fuck you looking at, nigga”
Heads shake to keep from fighting
This negativity with hands
On the trigger
Maybe if we was bigger balled
We’d
kill
these
niggas.
Psychological disease called Racial Self Hatred
Running deep
Through the veins of the people
Who are ashamed to
See nigga’s coming
they running from the images of
too many black folks
proud to be niggas.
Monday, January 21, 2008
flirting with...
Beginning now, wink of her eyes, glances and short stares,
Quick touches, accidental bumps, honey better beware,
If she begins touching here, it will end with me touching there,
Me sucking there, and fucking up her permed up hair,
Backwards now, subtle hints, sexual on phone calls,
Dropping words in sexy tones, followed by a slow pause,
Talking bout lingerie, joking about wearing no draws,
Bout getting tattoos on her breast of roses, and cats claws,
Forward now, plays like a little girl, bumps me with her ass,
Tells her girls, 'tell him he's cute', giggling, acting fast,
What was that, touch on my hand, smile and little laugh,
Talking in circles, about her likes, from her sexual past,
Ending now, she's on the phone, saying words of temptation,
How she's so hot, and she's so horny, hinting masturbation,
Now, I am hot, and bother now, erotic hard sensation,
She hangs up the phone, I am ready to bone.....but...
It is only flirtation...
beginning now, blinking slowly with his eyes, his stance very aware
thick brushes against skin, intentional nudges, his ambitions are lain bare
I peep the bulge, itching to indulge in imbibing him right there
and transcribe my intentions in multi-dimensions upon his form…yet do I dare?
backwards now, he whispers of a wicked conversation
depicted to my burning ears in vivid illustration
an unrestricted rendering of cindered animation
that scorches paths across my mind in mental consummation
forward now, he licks his lips and puts his hands in heated places
upon my curves he speaks in tongue, dipped low in secret spaces
teasing with quick kisses while he promises to trace his
eager fingers over me, I gasp as my heart races
ending now, he intentionally adds to my sexual frustration
talking of how we should do this poetic collaboration
as if the words alone could end my constant contemplation
of fucking him, but that’s aiight…
cuz it’s only a flirtation
--------------
done in partnership with a poet who shall remain nameless...
Quick touches, accidental bumps, honey better beware,
If she begins touching here, it will end with me touching there,
Me sucking there, and fucking up her permed up hair,
Backwards now, subtle hints, sexual on phone calls,
Dropping words in sexy tones, followed by a slow pause,
Talking bout lingerie, joking about wearing no draws,
Bout getting tattoos on her breast of roses, and cats claws,
Forward now, plays like a little girl, bumps me with her ass,
Tells her girls, 'tell him he's cute', giggling, acting fast,
What was that, touch on my hand, smile and little laugh,
Talking in circles, about her likes, from her sexual past,
Ending now, she's on the phone, saying words of temptation,
How she's so hot, and she's so horny, hinting masturbation,
Now, I am hot, and bother now, erotic hard sensation,
She hangs up the phone, I am ready to bone.....but...
It is only flirtation...
beginning now, blinking slowly with his eyes, his stance very aware
thick brushes against skin, intentional nudges, his ambitions are lain bare
I peep the bulge, itching to indulge in imbibing him right there
and transcribe my intentions in multi-dimensions upon his form…yet do I dare?
backwards now, he whispers of a wicked conversation
depicted to my burning ears in vivid illustration
an unrestricted rendering of cindered animation
that scorches paths across my mind in mental consummation
forward now, he licks his lips and puts his hands in heated places
upon my curves he speaks in tongue, dipped low in secret spaces
teasing with quick kisses while he promises to trace his
eager fingers over me, I gasp as my heart races
ending now, he intentionally adds to my sexual frustration
talking of how we should do this poetic collaboration
as if the words alone could end my constant contemplation
of fucking him, but that’s aiight…
cuz it’s only a flirtation
--------------
done in partnership with a poet who shall remain nameless...
When Fallen Doves Cry
Here’s a conversation with a girl who should have known
That I was not the kind of man that she could ever hope to own
She didn’t know where I lived and we didn’t talk on the phone
But I was welcome in her bed when I couldn’t stand to be alone
Her real name was Mary but her street name was Simone
I’m not calling her a bitch but I was just giving her the bone.
It was early in the morning and I had to start my day
But I sat there quietly listening to what she had to say
Honey I know you don’t want me in more than a physical way
And I know it’s no use telling how I feel or begging you to stay
But there’s something you should know before you go on your way
Every time you take my body a piece of my soul gets thrown away.
I didn’t want to be mean but I couldn’t lose control
So I laid it on the line and let her know what was her role
Girl I paid for your body and I got no use for your soul
So stop with all that talk because we are even, on the whole
Why mess with our arrangement when we had a common goal
We rocked throughout the night and now its time for me to roll.
She did her best to hold her tears and save a little pride
But the truth that she was hurt was a fact she couldn’t hide
I just left her staring at my back as I turned to go outside
And she asked softly, “See you tonight?” choking a bit as she cried
With my back still turned “I’ll be out of town a few days,” I lied
“I’ll see you on the corner,” I added, knowing well what that implied.
Peace and Love,
That I was not the kind of man that she could ever hope to own
She didn’t know where I lived and we didn’t talk on the phone
But I was welcome in her bed when I couldn’t stand to be alone
Her real name was Mary but her street name was Simone
I’m not calling her a bitch but I was just giving her the bone.
It was early in the morning and I had to start my day
But I sat there quietly listening to what she had to say
Honey I know you don’t want me in more than a physical way
And I know it’s no use telling how I feel or begging you to stay
But there’s something you should know before you go on your way
Every time you take my body a piece of my soul gets thrown away.
I didn’t want to be mean but I couldn’t lose control
So I laid it on the line and let her know what was her role
Girl I paid for your body and I got no use for your soul
So stop with all that talk because we are even, on the whole
Why mess with our arrangement when we had a common goal
We rocked throughout the night and now its time for me to roll.
She did her best to hold her tears and save a little pride
But the truth that she was hurt was a fact she couldn’t hide
I just left her staring at my back as I turned to go outside
And she asked softly, “See you tonight?” choking a bit as she cried
With my back still turned “I’ll be out of town a few days,” I lied
“I’ll see you on the corner,” I added, knowing well what that implied.
Peace and Love,
Ali’s Zay
Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wounded
** I like to refer to this style as "run-on" because some of the lines run into the next one.
WOUNDED
never was one to share
my heart
belongs to I
give you the stick
to my game plan and keep
my emotions
intact – I was hurt but
looking for a place to fall
inside you
nurtured me back
to friends we go
around and around
how
can you give
and take
your love
for me to
someone else.
WOUNDED
never was one to share
my heart
belongs to I
give you the stick
to my game plan and keep
my emotions
intact – I was hurt but
looking for a place to fall
inside you
nurtured me back
to friends we go
around and around
how
can you give
and take
your love
for me to
someone else.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Behind Closed Doors
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it her?
Is it he?
I at first assumed it was 3
But now 4
In my home
That whore!
Doing things I don't
Doing things I won't
Doing things I tried
Tell me why you lied?
In my face smiling
Behind my back wiling
All along knowing
That you was hoe-ing
Giving away goods I thought were mines
Never answering your cell the 1st time
Calling me back wit lame excuses
If it slapped you in the face you wouldn't know what truth is
But I gotta secret
You remember those meetings?
And what a meeting it was
Why I did it? Just because
In front of my face I was betrayed
Love and affection that was mines you gave away
So in another mans bed I did lay
But I did not stay
He had her picture
The sista that was wit you
The one you hugged the sheets wit all nite
Was this mans wife
I couldn't do it
Screw it
In a city so small
I knew it
Trying to be triflin like you
I messed up me
In hindsight I can see
I should of just let it be
Now heartbroken and confused
My pride and ego bruised
Feeling so lost and abused
I lose
But don't think you win
In the nxt chapter the drama really begins
I just found abt her and he doesn't know abt you
But NOW we do
*wink*
MzP
Is it me?
Is it her?
Is it he?
I at first assumed it was 3
But now 4
In my home
That whore!
Doing things I don't
Doing things I won't
Doing things I tried
Tell me why you lied?
In my face smiling
Behind my back wiling
All along knowing
That you was hoe-ing
Giving away goods I thought were mines
Never answering your cell the 1st time
Calling me back wit lame excuses
If it slapped you in the face you wouldn't know what truth is
But I gotta secret
You remember those meetings?
And what a meeting it was
Why I did it? Just because
In front of my face I was betrayed
Love and affection that was mines you gave away
So in another mans bed I did lay
But I did not stay
He had her picture
The sista that was wit you
The one you hugged the sheets wit all nite
Was this mans wife
I couldn't do it
Screw it
In a city so small
I knew it
Trying to be triflin like you
I messed up me
In hindsight I can see
I should of just let it be
Now heartbroken and confused
My pride and ego bruised
Feeling so lost and abused
I lose
But don't think you win
In the nxt chapter the drama really begins
I just found abt her and he doesn't know abt you
But NOW we do
*wink*
MzP
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
*Temptation*
The muscles in my back tensed as I looked at her. My mind whirled with all of the possibilities. Should I? Shouldn't I?
What a damn quandary.
She's married.
It's not that serious.
Ol' boy flaked off like pastry a long time ago, unseen in years. But she's vulnerable, emotional and needing.
I just wasn't sure I'd be there in the morning.
The tension created heat that could be measured in Kelvin. I could see the tiny beads of sweat form on her upper lip. I was close enough to die from breathing in her see-oh-two. Her nipples were like caged beast looking to break free of their prison at all costs. She worked at keeping her breath from coming in ragged gasps as her bountiful bosom heaved.
Her pheromonic scent woke the primordial in me.
My manhood strained at its confinement, twitching like it had been hit by downed electrical wires. My fists clinched, revealing the truth about the cool I struggled to maintain. I licked my lips in anticipation, eliciting a gasp from her. She was so close to the edge, a mild breeze would have sent her into an orgasmic abyss.
Struggling to keep her feet now.
Wrestling with my conscience now.
Time stopped...
until we found each others eyes.
I saw into her soul. I saw her past life. I saw her dreams, her needs, her passions...
and her fears.
I closed my eyes.
Exhaled.
And then I...
1 Cor 10:13
©SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved
What a damn quandary.
She's married.
It's not that serious.
Ol' boy flaked off like pastry a long time ago, unseen in years. But she's vulnerable, emotional and needing.
I just wasn't sure I'd be there in the morning.
The tension created heat that could be measured in Kelvin. I could see the tiny beads of sweat form on her upper lip. I was close enough to die from breathing in her see-oh-two. Her nipples were like caged beast looking to break free of their prison at all costs. She worked at keeping her breath from coming in ragged gasps as her bountiful bosom heaved.
Her pheromonic scent woke the primordial in me.
My manhood strained at its confinement, twitching like it had been hit by downed electrical wires. My fists clinched, revealing the truth about the cool I struggled to maintain. I licked my lips in anticipation, eliciting a gasp from her. She was so close to the edge, a mild breeze would have sent her into an orgasmic abyss.
Struggling to keep her feet now.
Wrestling with my conscience now.
Time stopped...
until we found each others eyes.
I saw into her soul. I saw her past life. I saw her dreams, her needs, her passions...
and her fears.
I closed my eyes.
Exhaled.
And then I...
1 Cor 10:13
©SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved
i miss you
in the morning...
like my coffee latte, you perk me up
send me on my way, rising and flying just by the words you say
i miss you...
in the afternoon, after the morning rush
your vibe, tantalizing...making me blush
i miss you
in the evening, when i'm lying down
imagining you near me, the king i crowned
i miss you
with every breath
every heartbeat
every blink
every wink
i miss your essence
your smell, your taste...
nothing about you was waste
i miss u and me
i miss we
like my coffee latte, you perk me up
send me on my way, rising and flying just by the words you say
i miss you...
in the afternoon, after the morning rush
your vibe, tantalizing...making me blush
i miss you
in the evening, when i'm lying down
imagining you near me, the king i crowned
i miss you
with every breath
every heartbeat
every blink
every wink
i miss your essence
your smell, your taste...
nothing about you was waste
i miss u and me
i miss we
And old slave chant (on the boatyards of the Chesapeake)
Sweet yella corn fo’ de boats
Sweet yella corn ain’t fo’ de goats
Bushels ta grind but gimme de cob
To wipe the arse o’ Massa Bob!
--1814, Maryland
(I'd like to send this to Bill and Hillary Clinton so they'll know what they're messing with).
Sweet yella corn ain’t fo’ de goats
Bushels ta grind but gimme de cob
To wipe the arse o’ Massa Bob!
--1814, Maryland
(I'd like to send this to Bill and Hillary Clinton so they'll know what they're messing with).
Next Tuesday My Birthday wishes ... have been granted
This is dedicated to ALL of my Creators: The Almighty, my parents and fore parents.T ime
H eals
A LL
N ots
X amined
4 evah
A nd
N ow
E ach
W akening
Y our
E fforts
A re
R ealized
!!
*This is going to be a busy week, so I wanted to post this appreciation early.
Monday, January 14, 2008
internal discussion
[*warning: explicit content*]
"why i gotta give him up?!?" her heart whined.
"i can tell he knows how to fuck! what the fuck are you DOING?!?" her pussy yelled desperately.
"he actually put two sentences together without using the phrase 'nowhatimean', said her brain matter-of-factly, " so i'm kinda partial towards him..."
but in the end, her instinct stepped in and silenced everybody. she'd been sitting in the corner quietly, sipping red kool aid through a swirly straw, her keds kicked up on the table in front of her, watching the battle with bemusement.
"look...," instinct said as she stepped between the waring factions, "didn't you hear what that guy just said? there ain't no getting around it. he ain't the one."
her heart, the selfish heffa she's always been, refused to accept what instinct had just told her.
"i don't care what he said!" she screamed frantically (she really was too melodramatic for her own good...), "i want him! don't you see how he's affecting me? i'm all fluttery! he's got me skipping around and shit! when's the last time a guy made me SKIP?"
pussy's lips twitched as she witnessed heart's dramatics. she quivered a little, trying to get a hold of her own reaction to the guy as she spoke.
"personally, i could give a shit what the dude says," she said sardonically, "so long as he knows how to speak in tongue."
brain noticed pussy frothing at the mouth, creamy liquid coating her lips. she hadn't seen that in a long time and after all these years it still had the ability to gross her out. she whipped out a hanky and handed it to pussy.
"wipe that shit offa your lips, ya nasty bastid..."
"you must have me confused with asshole, cuz i don't ever EVER have shit on THESE lips."
"you know what the fuck i mean," replied brain as she stared pointedly at the cream glistening pussy's mouth.
"at this point i'm willing to let what he said slide," brain responded wearily as she turned to the others,"i'm tired of pussy's dry attitude. her dissatisfaction is taking all of the fun out of my daily existence. i can't hear myself think as long as she stays crunchy like that."
heart, pussy, and brain all looked expectantly at instinct, hopeful she could resolve the matter. instinct sighed. why am i always the one asked to make the final decision? sometimes these broads can be idiots.
"i'm tired of always fighting with you three. i've told you how i feel about the matter," instinct finallly replied with frustration as she turned and headed back to her chair, "you figure this shit out for yourselves."
she plopped herself into the chair and glared at the others silently.
"why is she so upset?" heart asked the two who were left standing near her.
"because nikki rarely listens to her, that's why," said brain with a smug note to her voice.
"what are you talking about? she's all nikki's been listening to lately! " replied pussy derisively as she tossed a bitter glance in intinct's direction, " it's because of that instinct heffa that i haven't been getting any lately."
"don't get that shit twisted," instinct yelled at them from the corner after overhearing pussy's complaint, "nikki ain't listening to my ass. if she did, she'd have left this cat right after he said what he said."
instinct sighed. she was used to this shit by now and yet everytime it happened her frustration grew. why couldn't nikki get her shit together? why did it seem like every time she was about to listen to instinct she punked out and ended up listening to one of those other broads? why did nikki always have her on call when she never bothered actually adhering to what she said? instinct continued to brood as she sipped on her kool aid, never completely taking her attention off of the conversation nikki was having with dude.
"somebody find courage and have her make nikki ask dude to clarify his statement about eating me," demanded pussy, "cuz if he means what i think he means then i'm with instinct...nikki needs to cut his ass NOW."
instinct snickered. brain bristled. heart gasped.
"when's the last time you've seen courage?," brain asked disdainfully, "that chick has been a fucking ghost lately. most recently i saw her retreating back as she fled the scene right after that movie started. nikki ended up looking like a punk that night. i mean come ON...who's afraid of scooby doo?!?"
"evidently nikki is, thanks to courage's disappearing act," heart answered with a giggle, "i still remember her putting her hands in front of her face when the ghoul was chasing after shaggy."
they all laughed at that.
"i'm sayin," continued pussy as though she hadn't been interrupted, "for once i'd like nikki to consider MY feelings."
brain, instinct, and heart stared at her in disbelief. pussy stared back but remained silent.
"puleeze!" heart exclaimed, "she gives you attention at least once every day!"
"and twice on weekends," added brain.
"yeah," pussy's tone was drowned in sarcasm, "i either get assaulted by a couple of fingers tipped with jagged nails or have my mouth stuffed with an overused rubber dildo. a dildo i might add, that tastes like someone dipped it in shit."
"is nikki sticking 'stroker ace' in her ass now?!?"instincts eyes widened incredulously, "cuz i could have sworn she didn't like that anal mess..."
"desperation stopped through last week," pussy said by way of explanation.
"OHHHHH," the other three responded knowingly.
"either way, you still get better treatment than we do," instinct instigated.
"meanwhile nikki hasn't been in school in MONTHS," brain retorted.
"and she hasn't been in love in YEARS," heart wailed.
"and she hasn't...hold up, why the hell are we fussing with pussy?, instinct muttered with exasperation, "y'all know she selfish. she don't care about anything but her own pleasure."
"...and nikki needs a fucking manicure for REAL," said pussy, ignoring instinct.
brain, instinct, and heart glared at pussy. pussy shrugged.
after rolling her eyes, brain half-heartedly returned her concentration to the conversation nikki was having with dude.
"i'm starting to think perhaps instinct is right," said brain after a thought, "cuz if this brotha had any kind of conversation i'd be too busy to engage in this farce of an argument with you three."
heart sighed. she knew her last chance had been brain. with the three of them against her, she didn't stand a chance.
"stop pouting, heart," instinct said as she put her arm around heart's shoulders, "there will be other chances for nikki to fall in love. i can feel it."
heart began to weep softly. pussy shook her head in disgust.
"you're pathetic, you know that heart?"
"i can't help it," she cried brokenly, "i just want to be in love sooooo bad..."
"and i want a guy with a tongue that knows me better than i know myself," pussy responded with a pinch to her mouth, "but we can't all have what we want, now can we?"
"shut up pussy," instinct barked as she continued to console heart.
"at this point i'm ready to tell nikki to go home and masturbate so she can shut pussy the fuck up," said brain as she scowled at pussy.
"ALRIGHT!" pussy exclaimed, "i'll shut up! i'm tired of her fingers fucking with me!"
brain and instinct exchanged glances. heart stopped weeping. then there was silence. all four began to intently listen to nikki's conversation with dude.
"hold up...did he just say he was a washington redskins fan?!?" asked heart.
"yup," answered brain.
"oh HELL NAH!," yelled heart, "DON'T GIVE HIM THE NUMBER NIKKI!"
even heart has her standards...
[nikki, having heard her heart speak, responds accordingly]
"it was nice talking to you, but i don't think i should give you my number..." said nikki slowly.
"why not?" he asked.
nikki starts to hesitate...
[back inside]
"somebody find courage's ass PLEASE before we end up having to dodge this negro's phone calls for the next month!"
"why i gotta give him up?!?" her heart whined.
"i can tell he knows how to fuck! what the fuck are you DOING?!?" her pussy yelled desperately.
"he actually put two sentences together without using the phrase 'nowhatimean', said her brain matter-of-factly, " so i'm kinda partial towards him..."
but in the end, her instinct stepped in and silenced everybody. she'd been sitting in the corner quietly, sipping red kool aid through a swirly straw, her keds kicked up on the table in front of her, watching the battle with bemusement.
"look...," instinct said as she stepped between the waring factions, "didn't you hear what that guy just said? there ain't no getting around it. he ain't the one."
her heart, the selfish heffa she's always been, refused to accept what instinct had just told her.
"i don't care what he said!" she screamed frantically (she really was too melodramatic for her own good...), "i want him! don't you see how he's affecting me? i'm all fluttery! he's got me skipping around and shit! when's the last time a guy made me SKIP?"
pussy's lips twitched as she witnessed heart's dramatics. she quivered a little, trying to get a hold of her own reaction to the guy as she spoke.
"personally, i could give a shit what the dude says," she said sardonically, "so long as he knows how to speak in tongue."
brain noticed pussy frothing at the mouth, creamy liquid coating her lips. she hadn't seen that in a long time and after all these years it still had the ability to gross her out. she whipped out a hanky and handed it to pussy.
"wipe that shit offa your lips, ya nasty bastid..."
"you must have me confused with asshole, cuz i don't ever EVER have shit on THESE lips."
"you know what the fuck i mean," replied brain as she stared pointedly at the cream glistening pussy's mouth.
"at this point i'm willing to let what he said slide," brain responded wearily as she turned to the others,"i'm tired of pussy's dry attitude. her dissatisfaction is taking all of the fun out of my daily existence. i can't hear myself think as long as she stays crunchy like that."
heart, pussy, and brain all looked expectantly at instinct, hopeful she could resolve the matter. instinct sighed. why am i always the one asked to make the final decision? sometimes these broads can be idiots.
"i'm tired of always fighting with you three. i've told you how i feel about the matter," instinct finallly replied with frustration as she turned and headed back to her chair, "you figure this shit out for yourselves."
she plopped herself into the chair and glared at the others silently.
"why is she so upset?" heart asked the two who were left standing near her.
"because nikki rarely listens to her, that's why," said brain with a smug note to her voice.
"what are you talking about? she's all nikki's been listening to lately! " replied pussy derisively as she tossed a bitter glance in intinct's direction, " it's because of that instinct heffa that i haven't been getting any lately."
"don't get that shit twisted," instinct yelled at them from the corner after overhearing pussy's complaint, "nikki ain't listening to my ass. if she did, she'd have left this cat right after he said what he said."
instinct sighed. she was used to this shit by now and yet everytime it happened her frustration grew. why couldn't nikki get her shit together? why did it seem like every time she was about to listen to instinct she punked out and ended up listening to one of those other broads? why did nikki always have her on call when she never bothered actually adhering to what she said? instinct continued to brood as she sipped on her kool aid, never completely taking her attention off of the conversation nikki was having with dude.
"somebody find courage and have her make nikki ask dude to clarify his statement about eating me," demanded pussy, "cuz if he means what i think he means then i'm with instinct...nikki needs to cut his ass NOW."
instinct snickered. brain bristled. heart gasped.
"when's the last time you've seen courage?," brain asked disdainfully, "that chick has been a fucking ghost lately. most recently i saw her retreating back as she fled the scene right after that movie started. nikki ended up looking like a punk that night. i mean come ON...who's afraid of scooby doo?!?"
"evidently nikki is, thanks to courage's disappearing act," heart answered with a giggle, "i still remember her putting her hands in front of her face when the ghoul was chasing after shaggy."
they all laughed at that.
"i'm sayin," continued pussy as though she hadn't been interrupted, "for once i'd like nikki to consider MY feelings."
brain, instinct, and heart stared at her in disbelief. pussy stared back but remained silent.
"puleeze!" heart exclaimed, "she gives you attention at least once every day!"
"and twice on weekends," added brain.
"yeah," pussy's tone was drowned in sarcasm, "i either get assaulted by a couple of fingers tipped with jagged nails or have my mouth stuffed with an overused rubber dildo. a dildo i might add, that tastes like someone dipped it in shit."
"is nikki sticking 'stroker ace' in her ass now?!?"instincts eyes widened incredulously, "cuz i could have sworn she didn't like that anal mess..."
"desperation stopped through last week," pussy said by way of explanation.
"OHHHHH," the other three responded knowingly.
"either way, you still get better treatment than we do," instinct instigated.
"meanwhile nikki hasn't been in school in MONTHS," brain retorted.
"and she hasn't been in love in YEARS," heart wailed.
"and she hasn't...hold up, why the hell are we fussing with pussy?, instinct muttered with exasperation, "y'all know she selfish. she don't care about anything but her own pleasure."
"...and nikki needs a fucking manicure for REAL," said pussy, ignoring instinct.
brain, instinct, and heart glared at pussy. pussy shrugged.
after rolling her eyes, brain half-heartedly returned her concentration to the conversation nikki was having with dude.
"i'm starting to think perhaps instinct is right," said brain after a thought, "cuz if this brotha had any kind of conversation i'd be too busy to engage in this farce of an argument with you three."
heart sighed. she knew her last chance had been brain. with the three of them against her, she didn't stand a chance.
"stop pouting, heart," instinct said as she put her arm around heart's shoulders, "there will be other chances for nikki to fall in love. i can feel it."
heart began to weep softly. pussy shook her head in disgust.
"you're pathetic, you know that heart?"
"i can't help it," she cried brokenly, "i just want to be in love sooooo bad..."
"and i want a guy with a tongue that knows me better than i know myself," pussy responded with a pinch to her mouth, "but we can't all have what we want, now can we?"
"shut up pussy," instinct barked as she continued to console heart.
"at this point i'm ready to tell nikki to go home and masturbate so she can shut pussy the fuck up," said brain as she scowled at pussy.
"ALRIGHT!" pussy exclaimed, "i'll shut up! i'm tired of her fingers fucking with me!"
brain and instinct exchanged glances. heart stopped weeping. then there was silence. all four began to intently listen to nikki's conversation with dude.
"hold up...did he just say he was a washington redskins fan?!?" asked heart.
"yup," answered brain.
"oh HELL NAH!," yelled heart, "DON'T GIVE HIM THE NUMBER NIKKI!"
even heart has her standards...
[nikki, having heard her heart speak, responds accordingly]
"it was nice talking to you, but i don't think i should give you my number..." said nikki slowly.
"why not?" he asked.
nikki starts to hesitate...
[back inside]
"somebody find courage's ass PLEASE before we end up having to dodge this negro's phone calls for the next month!"
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