Trillion’s Way – Ch. 3: Bye bye baby
“He he he he he! You so nastyyyyy! Uh uh, stop itttt!”, I hear Damu coo to whoever he’s on the phone with. I roll my eyes. This whore!
“Loose booty slut bucket!”, I mouth to him as I enter the kitchen grabbing a biscuit. He flips me off as he rushes into the den to continue his conversation.
Biscuits, eggs, grits, bacon AND fruit? Did Damu get some last night? I laugh to myself.
Damu knew he could whittle me down to my absolute last nerve but I wouldn’t trade him for the world! He was partial to the reason why I casted aside my petty bourgeoisie aspirations and dedicated my life to the revolution.
Former high school dance captain, he stood at 5’9 with skin the color of freshly ground cinnamon and had locs down to the middle of his back. He was also GSNA, LOUD and extremely outspoken when it came to the issues of our people. He wasn’t gonna let no ashy fake deeps, hoteps, and hotepesses keep him from fighting for the liberation of black people everywhere.
