Vacancy

She’s a pretty young thing; got a smile that’ll make you melt, but if you looked into her eyes you’d see how her heart really felt. She came from a broken home, daddy wasn’t around, he was uptown with another woman getting down wit tha get down.

Yes, he was a cheater, she wanted to tell mommy but she knew she wouldn’t believe her. It took him to have the brazenness to do it in their house, & she spared no expense in kicking his ass out. He started beggin, “Please baby, Please!” He even went so far as to get on his knees. He knew she was religious so he played on that, even after it was his face on which she spat. He said, “Darlene, God says forgive!!” She retorted, “God will have to forgive me for not letting you live!” He left, too ashamed to say goodbye to me, & that was the last time she saw Robert Lee. She asked her mommy was she ok, she said, “Just go outside & play!” This was her example of a fatherly influence, a weaker defense than a person who crashes & has no insurance. No advice on how to deal with boys’ advances, that’s why she gave it up to a cute boy @ one of the school dances.

She didn’t get a rep for being a slut, cuz she had this air that was all grown up. Honestly she stopped maturing when her daddy left, & the knowledge she had of boys was far from in depth. She bounced from love to hate, from good to great, too pissed to the point where she began to hallucinate. The only thing that quelled it was a sexual exploit; she left being stuck on stupid & moved to the next point. She had a crew in high school, roll dawgs that always chilled; they still cool cuz they all stayed real. They got action cuz they were all pretty, but their emotions were like Ohio’s weather, always shifting. College was just the same, new club songs, but the same old game. Lustful looks that indicated attraction, sweaty sex that they each thought was satisfaction. Ursula was pretty, legs for days, if sperm were bullets, her face absorbed strays. Then there’s Whit, she’s short, but real thick, they call her “Bic”, cuz if dude’s dicks were pens, she always made the ink come quick. Rochelle also known as “Roxy” was out of all four the most shocking. She was bisexual & loved it unprotected, her attitude was bad & she refused to check it. Lastly, you got Jasmine also known as Jazzy, cuz when she sexed, she’d have Miles Davis blasting.

She’s the main character you know about her, so there is no need for you to infer. Time has passed, the roll dawgs are all still cool, minus one, Roxy’s reckless ways put a set to her sun. She caught some virus & it wiped her out, messed up thing is dude said nothing before he piped her out. Ursula & Whitney grew up, changed their ways, & grow disgusted when they think of what they call their “hoe phase.” Jasmine slowed down, but is still the same, new club songs, same old game. Ursula is pregnant with a loving husband; Whitney’s married as well & now knows what true fun is. Jazzy just got into an argument with a dude, he tried to get his homie some too, & she thought that was rude. “What you think I’m a hoe?!” He said, “Yea..” She hung up & was filled with despair.

She’s angry because her decisions have given her a hoe’s disposition. She’s just a hoe that wants to be wifey, but she’s wrong cuz none of these titles are to a real man’s liking. Now Whitney’s pregnant & is happy as can be, Jasmine is mad on a bench wondering why both of them have kids in the bakery. It’s a warm day, & she wipes her brow feeling like an aimless bee, even though she is often called honey. She looks at her hand & realizes her choices are the reason why her ring finger has a vacancy…

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni