Typical Nigga Shit

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Young would be gigolo unsure of where to get his next sexual fix runs into a roughneck young women whose beauty is just as surprising as her conversation.

Typical Nigga Shit (Niggaz like You)
 
There’s a reason why men say you shouldn’t give every woman your best and Lenny would soon learn why.
 
It was the height of spring and the atmosphere of fertility in the hood was code red. Bitchez came out looking as attired for lust as the weather allowed with no intent on being a blessing to niggaz like Lenny who threatened that any girl whose ever rejected him was only blocking their own blessing.
 
The summer hadn’t even broken in and he already had a stable rotation of girls with their own places. But he wasn’t satisfied.
 
Lenny knew in this game called life that he wasn’t the only player and it didn’t help when women that he really liked would draft to the team of “other niggaz”  or wouldn’t sign to his squad because of his contract stipulations. One of which was the constant effort to manipulate any girl into accepting what he told them without to much questioning...really none at all.
 
‘Typical Nigga Shit’
 
In other words he was a broke nigga who knew how to make broke look good. Sure it took a lot of shiest a lot of lies and a lot of disloyalty to get what he wanted but as far as he knew he was the only one who was worried about his happiness , and, in his eyes, it was his women’s job to prove him wrong.
 
Lenny was handsome by default a ladies man by circumstance but possessed an aura and dimeanor that made him come across as a crook. Some people look like what they are and Lenny had multiple looks which in turn helped him attract multiples types of women. So instead of being honest and telling these women he was a dirty dick manwhore he created roles, titles, and various alter egos for each woman he favored some of which were pretty much the same.
 
Lenny had 3 girlfriends 3 bust it babies 1 it’s whatever and 2 alleged paternity issues which shouldn’t be surprising because he was fucking every one of these women raw and he knew it..they didn’t but he did.
 
Lennys long walks to pussy appointments addressed both his willingness to go the distance for sex as well as his ability to pull bad bitches without a car. As the day died from the birth pains of delivering night the streets of the city shifted their energy from hustle and bustle to Netflix and chill. Lenny scrolled his list of potential night caps as he headed in no particular direction, conflicted as to where he would spend the night this time and with whom.
 
“Decisions decisions. Sandy been showin’ off lately. I think she just be tryn bait me in cuz I ain’t been givin her time like I used to” Lenny said as he looked at her Phone number and picture thread. Sandy was a red bone who preferred her lips red toned when she was in the mood to kiss and break the beds bone.
 
Lenny liked the way sandy pleased her but felt like she didn’t know how to break out of character after sex.
 
Lenny was your classic “grab n’ go” type uh nigga. He wasn’t one for much pillow talking but if he could be tricked into a good conversation after a good nut he’d oblige his women an extra 15-20 mins of company or what the OG runners used to call ‘quality time’. Sandy was just a corny ass hoe with an amazing arch and an irritating over sexual sense of humor. For instance her last text message to him read:
 
“I know you rather be in me than with me so the next time you come over instead of you eating my pussy ima let my pussy eat you and swallow u from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Cuz just as bad as you want to be inside me I want ALL OF YOU inside of me. Like I want your whole body in my body so u can walk in me and u can really see how good of a person iam on the inside and you can see what you’ve been doing to my guts for these past few months. That’s how I feel when you tell me how much you love being in me, like I want you inside inside. You feel me?”
 
Lenny was a simple nigga. He ain’t know how to cater to crazy remarks like that and he was planning on new legislation for his bitchez code of conduct which included the ban on super long texts about crazy shit. He’d allow them a two strike rule on clingyness and crazyness but any violation beyond that would disqualify them from his rotation.
 
He scrolled past Sandy with a shrug and a shake til he landed on his next option of consideration.
 
Quita.
 
Quita was his old favorite. She was a stripper who just had the look he liked and the attitude to go with it. She was a hothead but she was sensible in her own way. Out of all the niggaz she dealt with Lenny was the one she didn’t really ask for much. He was ‘her’ vibe and not the other way around. The only problem was they were similar in some of the wrong ways.
 
Quita wasn’t all about a dollar..just mostly about it. In which case where if they were already layed up and she got a phone call from a valuable simp or trick she’d politely excuse Lenny into scooting his boots so she could make her money. Imagine being a nigga used to leaving before a bitch could ask you to stay and you run into a bitch who will put you out quicker than you can make it out.
 
Plus Quita lived in the trenches so The last thing Lenny needed was her putting him out in the middle of the night smack dab in the middle of her viscous ass hood. Walking into her hood was just as stressful as walking out...especially when you’re actually running.
 
So Lenny bitterly decided that he didn’t have time for that tonight .
 
Every step Lenny took synchronized with the on switch of the street lights that trailed before him. As he scrolled his phone he’d look up and notice he wasn’t the only nigga privy to these type of nightly strolls.
 
He looked around and seen men walking his exact pace looking into their phones with the exact expression as he. It seemed like a lot of niggaz was on the same mission as he was, tryna set up or lock in a good night cap.
 
Lenny sat down on the bus stop bench and began to roll a blunt when a young petite brown skin beauty strutted slowly towards the bench with her face tilted toward the screen of her phone.
 
“Good evening” Lenny said politely.
 
She silently sat down and acknowledged Lenny presence with a brief glance of him and her surroundings before she refocused on her phone.
 
Lenny broke down his weed as both the time and the traffic passed him while he looked for another way to break the ice of interaction with the woman who sat next to him.
 
“U got a lighter?” The woman asked randomly.
 
The question opened a door that Lenny used as opportunity to get a less imposing view of the beauty that had sat next to him. She was fit but had curves that spoke to him and even tho she wasn’t smiling he could tell her teeth were very white. But it would become clear by her pending clap back that this beauty had a beast for an attitude.
 
“What you smokin on” Lenny asked.
 
“What?” the woman said raising her shoulders in question of his question.
 
“The fuck type question is that Nigga don’t worry bout wtf I’m bout to smoke. Can I use the lighter or not my bus bout to come” she said as she threw the length of her purple hair from in front to behind her shoulder.
 
“ Damn slim how u gon ask me for sum and then blast off on me like that. I got my own gas (weed) I ain’t worried bout smokin your lil shit up.”
 
“Lil shit?” She laughed “boyyy I just real live sat here and watched you roll that skinny ass J out hea in public and you talkin bout you’on wan smoke ‘my’ lil shit up. You need to put that lil shit in your pocket before you lose it.”
 
“Nah slim u need to tape that lace down before you lose it. You shoulda put a bang ova that joint your lil shit ‘peeling’” Devonte said as he lit his ‘lil’ blunt of weed.
 
The woman shook the stun of Devonte’s insult, shot a quick reach for the lighter and snatched it out Devonte’s hand.
 
“Ay go head wit dat big wild goofy shit” Devonte said as he stood over top of her.
 
“Idk What u standing up for you not gettin it back. Matta fact back the fuck up ion like people standing over top of me” the woman said strongly.
 
Devonte reached and yanked the woman by her arm.
 
“Oh we grabbin now?!?” The woman said as she tried to swing with the other arm. Lenny ducked it and swung her back towards his chest as she clinched her fist around the lighter.
 
“Drop it for I clip your dumbass up” Lenny said beginning to lose his patience.
 
“Clip me up nigga I dare you. my hood right down the ave ima get them niggaz to crush you. Now what, now what?” She said angrily with threat.
 
“fuck you and your weak ass hood bitch I’d miss this bus on purpose and walk home. Niggaz ain’t gon do shit fuk you mean?” Lenny said as he pulled her fingers back in one tug and swiped the lighter back out her hand.
 
“Get the fuck off me” the woman said as she pushed Lenny away from her even though he’d already let go.
 
Lenny looked up the ave and could see the bus coming from a few blocks away.
 
“Your lil ass too weak to be out here actin up with niggaz like dat. The wrong nigga gon fuck around and flip you. You better be careful” Lenny said as he re-lit his blunt and watched the street as the bus got closer.
 
“Matta fact You can catch this one I’ll just catch the next, I ain’t tryn be on the same bus wit your crazy ass” Lenny said as he tapped the ashes from his blunt.
 
The woman stared at Lenny then looked down the street and noticed the bus was almost there. She stood up and reached in her purse for her bus pass, paused, then zipped her purse back up as if she changed her mind.
 
“Nah you can take it. Ima walk” the woman said as she pulled a fat blunt from behind her ear and pulled out a small pack of matches. All of them were used except one.
 
Lenny watched her as she pulled the match from its row and bent the flap back to strike it.
 
She layed and pulled a few times and it wouldn’t light.
 
Just as Lenny thought to just let her use his lighter the match sparked a tall flame and the woman took a deep hit of the weed smoke not forgetting to blow smoke in Lenny face as she walked off from the bus stop.
 
Lenny watched the woman walk away and every street light she passed dimmed low behind her as if she began to fade further away.
 
The bus stopped directly beside Lenny as the door swung open and people exited the bus. Lenny was still processing what happened as the bus got ready to take off again.
 
Lenny looked at the bus driver and waved him off to go ahead without him as he began to walk in the direction of the woman in curiosity.
 
He could still see her but she was bit further than she initially seemed.
 
Lenny began to stride into a slight jog and as he gained closeness to her he slowed himself down and called to her.
 
“Ay hold up right quick” Lenny called out but she didn’t react.
 
“Aye purple haze!” Lenny yelled out.
 
The woman turned around to see who it was yelling and mocking her hair color.
 
Lenny looked in her eyes and noted a strong spirit of hostility as she watched him approach her.
 
“What?” the woman asked with her eyebrow raised in suspicion.
 
"my name Lenny What chu bout to do?” he asked.
 
“Im bout to do me, now bye” she said as she flicked her hair behind her and continued to step off.
 
“Didn’t you tell me your hood right up the street?” Lenny asked as he neared back aside her trying to match her pace of walk.
 
“Yea I did and if you smart you’d scoot your boots before somebody see you talking to me“ she said as she puffed her weed and slightly sped up her walk.
 
“Ion got on no boots to scoot, check my feet “ Lenny said pointing at his shoes.
 
The woman looked down then back up at Lenny.
 
“Boy them shoes look like they was on sale like shit” The woman said.
 
“The sale don’t change the value of the product, just the price.”  Lenny said as the woman came to a stop and looked Lenny in the face.
 
“Well either way, whatever you selling I’m not buying and don’t nobody wanna hit that huff ass weed wit chu so once again scoot scoot cuz u gettin on my nerves ” the woman said as her irritation began to regrow.
 
“Don’t do that,” Lenny said “That j was already rolled up before you ran into me so I’m sure whatever is on your nerves been there before me. I’m just tryn talk to you make sure u good”.
 
“Oh really, well guess what?”
 
“What?” Lenny asked as he smiled and licked his lips with faith that he operated smoothly enough to get her opened up.
 
“I’m good. Thanks for the concern, now bye.” The woman said as she rolled her eyes plucked her roach and speedily walked away from the conversation that Lenny tried so hard to make mutual.
 
Now Lenny had been rejected before but the mirror of his pride was cracked by the reflection of reality that this woman didn’t want him. And as he watched her walk away he noticed the next man try his hand to whom she immediately used her own hand to wave off. She didn’t seem like she wanted anybody much less to be bothered at all.
 
“Fuck it” Lenny said shrugging his shoulders as he pulled out his phone and began to scroll while he strolled.
 
The next bus stop was about a block ahead and shawty was still in eye sight when he noticed two females crossing from the other side of the street.
 
“Aye come here Tia!” he heard one of the girls yell from the middle of the street as he watched them aggressively approach the woman with the purple hair.
 
“You was doin allat rappin ona gram slim now wuzup” One of the females said as they violently rushed the woman with the purple hair.
 
“what y’all sayin, I’m out here” the purple haired girl said laughing as she walked toward the girls unafraid.
 
Never being the type to break up a fight Lenny gave the scenario the chance to play out. As the fight started he slowly walked closer up to the scene. The girls were going at it swinging grabbing hair pulling. All of a sudden he heard one of the girls scream.
 
“OMG this bitch stabbin me” as she tried to pull away from Tia’s grip as she threw wide swings with the knife.
 
Blood began to leak on the pavement as the other girl tried to help her friend by pulling Tia’s hand off of her homegirls wrist.
 
“Y’all weak ass bitches thought y’all was just gonna jump me huh?” Tia said as she continued to swing her knife.
 
Lenny was close enough to see the girl was losing a lot of blood and reached in himself to pull Tia off of her.
 
“You got it slim they done” Lenny said as he grabbed Tia and pulled her back.
 
“Y’all bitches already know what my block be on that’s why y’all a never cut my corner” Tia yelled out.
 
“Don’t worry bout it bitch on muvaz ima get cho ass killed..” one of the girls yelled back as she held her friend up and walked her up the street.
 
Lenny loosened his grip on Tia and turned her towards him as he evaluated her for any cuts or scars.
 
“Nigga get tf off me” Tia said as she yanked her self away from him leaned down and reached for her purse.
 
“Somebody let they opps catch them slippin I see” Lenny said half jokingly
 
“Nigga u gon be my opp if u don’t leave me tf alone” Tia said as she grabbed her purse and began to feel a slight pain in her foot.
 
“Fuck my foot hurt, I think one of them bitches stomped my foot” Tia said as she lifted the pressure off one foot and leaned on Lenny.
 
“Let me walk you home slim I ain’t scared of your block” Lenny said seriously.
 
Tia looked up at him with a scrunched face and rolled her eyes.
 
“Look your ass gon be walkin on a peg if you don’t pause that attitude. Lemme help u right quick” Lenny reasoned as he positioned himself to help walk Tia in comfort.
 
So Tia simmered her hostility and allowed Lenny to help her.
 
He walked slowly and made sure she controlled the pace while he served her balance. They were a few feet from her apartment building when Lenny noticed a crew of niggaz standing around the entrance smoking drinking and carrying on. As they got to the door they spoke up.
 
“Tf we tell your ass bout bringing niggaz roun’a trap” one said as he looked at Tia like he wasn’t sorry for her.
 
“What I tell your ass bout talkin to me like u foolish” Tia said unamused by the tone she was being approached with.
 
Lenny wasn’t scared but he definitely wasn’t unaware he continued to hold her up as they walked up the steps.
 
“What door that nigga comin back out he ain’t comin back out this one” one said in the likeness of an uncertain joke.
 
“Oh what chu the doorman now? “ Tia asked trying to keep the mood light and niggaz off the bullshit that they were working on.
 
“ U already know slim. If he walking you up he gotta pay his way or you gon have to let em out through the window” he said making the other guys laugh as they looked Lenny up and down.
 
“ damn not out the window. Slim gon have to flap his way down she stay high as shit” another one commented as Lenny shook his head with a small smirk entertaining the jabs they sent.
 
“ Tf happened to u anyway?” The main of the crew asked.
 
“Bitchez tried to jump me on the ave and got they goofy asses stabbed “ Tia said as she and Lenny reached the top step.
 
“ Man I know u ain’t still walkin roun with that lil ass knife? “ one of them said.
 
“ Ima stab ‘your’ ass if you don’t open this door for me, but y’all be on guard tho them bitchez reppin the opps” Tia said as the dude opened the door.
 
“Man ain’t nobody bout to spin on us out here niggaz on all traffic control u hear me” one of em said as he lifted up his shirt and had two big pistols one behind the other set against his waist.
 
As Lenny walked Tia through the apartment entrance he gave ‘the doorman’ a nod before speaking.
 
“Y’all be smooth out here” Lenny said.
 
“Nigga u be smooth tf y’all the ones walking up the steps handicapped” one said seriously as the others chuckled and the door slowly closed behind them.
 
“You know you was doing real good until you said sum “ Tia said as they walked up the steps to her apartment.
 
“Shit I’m going out the window anyway” Lenny said playfully.
 
“You smell that?” Tia asked
 
“ yea that’s that pressure in my pocket I told you I had that good gas on me” Lenny said.
 
“ Boy swyd it always smell like pressure in here this whole building trapped the fuck out “ Tia responded.
 
“Well I like this building, u ain’t tryn match a nigga” Lenny said.
 
“Match haha” Tia laughed “boy I don’t match shit if I let you in my house you sparkin me up PeriodT”.
 
Lenny sucked his teeth and playfully grinned at Tia as she reached for the keys in her purse and unlocked the door.
 
As they limped into the apartment together Lenny noticed there wasn’t much decor.
 
“U just moved in?” He asked noticing the only accessory in was a couch and a glass table in the middle of the floor.
 
“Nah I grew up in this building, my ppls left me the apartment, why?“ She said as Lenny led her to the couch and helped her sit.
 
“I mean ain’t no tv in here ain’t no stereo no nuffin in this joint “ he said as he scoped the apartment noticing nothing more than the streetlight that gleamed outside the window and the glass table that held nothing but an ash tray incents and a few notepads and ink pens.
 
“Nope. So you don’t gotta worry bout no Netflix and chill bs ain’t nunadat jumpin off shawdy” she said as she tried to take her shoe off
 
“Ooh my ankle swollen. Could u pull my shoe off “ she asked politely.
 
“Yea I got chu” Lenny said as he kneeled and unlaced her shoe and elevated her foot on top of one of the couch pillows.
 
“I would say massage my foot but u fuck aroun turn creepy on me” she said seriously before digging in her purse and pulling out a pack of papers to roll the weed with.
 
Lenny followed suit and pulled out a sack of weed.
 
“It’s all good this should help numb the pain” Lenny said dangling the sack of weed in the air.
 
“I ain’t tryna be to numb nigga you don’t be riggin your weed do u?” She asked 
 
“Fuck no ion be riggin but oh I forgot’ Lenny said as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pint sized bottle of liquor , ‘ I got some henny.”
 
“Well, ion drink so I’m good on that.” Tia said surely but feeling a bit unsure about the gesture. She thought Lenny may have caught onto her being uncomfortable which led to a brief awkward silence.
 
As Lenny rolled the weed he looked up and noticed Tia whispering something to herself with her eyes closed. He couldn’t make out what she was saying but he did hear her last word clear as crystal.
 
“In Jesus name I pray Amen” she said softly as she opened her eyes to Lenny lighting the blunt.
 
“Is that something you usually do before you smoke?” Lenny asked as the smoke slowly crept out of his mouth and nostrils.
 
“Boy tf is u talking bout” Tia asked with calm irritation.
 
Lenny took a few quick deep hits of the weed before passing her the blunt and responding.
 
“I heard u say “amen” u was just praying right?” Lenny asked.
 
Tia reached and grabbed the blunt shaking her head with a slight grin as she put the blunt to her lips and inhaled the weed.
 
“ so u wasn’t just prayin’?” Lenny asked as if he was sure he heard what what he heard from her.
 
“I ain’t say I wasn’t prayin but nah it’s not something I usually do before I smoke. I’m tryna quit tbh” she said as she looked at the blunt with contempt before taking another hit.
 
“This some good weed tho” she added with a giggle.
 
“ is that the weed that got u smiling or is it me?” Lenny asked reading her body language for an opportunity to modify the tone of the conversation.
 
"Its neither I just be in my thoughts sometime" Tia said rolling her eyes and flipped her smile upside down.
 
At that moment Lenny's phone vibrated off the glass table. It was a facetime call from one of his girls. The caller ID of her name flashed before the screen. 
 
"Umm you gon get that?" Tia asked looking at the phone then looking at him.
 
"It ain't that important" he said waving it off.
 
"How you know? " Tia asked as the phone continued to ring.
 
"Shawdy dont be talkin bout shit she just kool pplz" he said half irritated.
 
They both watched the phone ring until it stopped. 
 
"See I told u it wasn't that impor-" Lenny started to say but was cut off by a callback from the same number. 
 
"Idk who ‘Monique’ is to you but you need to go head and answer that joint it ain't like u doin shit it might really be an emergency" Tia said seriously. 
 
Lenny frowned his face and picked up the phone but he didnt answer. He just pressed the power button and shut it off.
 
"There, now we can vibe in peace" lenny said
 
"Yea as if your phone wasnt already vibrating enough" Tia said humorously losing ability to take Lenny seriously.
 
“ You wanna know why I be praying?“ Tia asked as she looked at Lenny sternly.. 
 
“Nah” Lenny said shrugging his shoulders.
 
“Cuz niggaz like you need it” she said.
 
“Niggaz like me?” Lenny asked with slight confusion in his face.
 
"Yea niggaz just like u" she said confidently. 
 
"Man idk wtf u talkin bout slim" Lenny responded.
 
“When you look at me what chu see? you see a hood bitch who do hood shit right? But when I look at me I see a hood bitch tryna be her own example of a good woman. I may have let u in my house but don’t try me ” Tia started.
 
"You sayin that as if I did sum to you. You been abused by a nigga before or sum?” He asked sternly 
 
"Oh nah niggaz don't touch me period cuz dey know I'd kill'em. But It ain't love if you dont talk crazy I guess" Tia reasoned looking as tho she was reflecting on a personal experience.
 
"Talk crazy? U don't seem like da type'a woman who needa talkin to if u ask me" Lenny sarcastically implied.
 
"Well that's only as far as you can tell. men get caught up in the moment. Ima woman and it ain't a day I cant remember where I aint worry bout my future. Besides that the only thing a man ever abused with me was his chances." Tia said.
 
" I ain't tryna set you off cuz I know you being up here with me this late is prone to provoke something them niggaz out front may not 'prove of " Lenny said as he leaned in closer trying seductively to insist himself.
 
" niggaz provoke alot of things but no one APPROVES of anything when it comes to me BUT ME cuz all I got 'is' me. And just so you know Them niggaz downstairs is not my allies they just as mad they cant fuck me as you probably gon be when its time for you to leave" Tia said as she slowly pulled her foot away from Lenny and took off her sock so that her foot could breath .
 
" look" Lenny said as he twisted the lid off of his bottle "it ain't bout provin or disaprovin' with me. Im just a nigga who know God ain't make beauty to be ignored" he said as he sipped from his flask and eyed Tia with a look of seduction.
 
" ha! Wha chu know about God while sipping sin from your flask cowboy" Tia asked half flattered and half defensive from his growing intent.
 
"It aint so much bout What I know bout God as it is what i know he know bout me.” Lenny said as he took a deeper swig of his drink and scooted closer to Tia. 
 
" Well he certainly know you down here tryna woo me with nice talk and henny" Tia said as she reached for the bottle and waved it under her nose.
 
"Its not as strong as it smells go ahead and sample a bit" Lenny suggested eagerly. 
 
"You ain't gotta intoxicate me to engage me mr. Lenny",  Tia said shaking her head in distaste, U hastening to get this drink inside me ain't gon grant chu entrance no quicker. Besides I think I'd rather sample some more of that talk you was just talking" Tia said as she twisted the cap back on his flask.
 
"Talk bout what?" Lenny asked as he grabbed the bottle back from her.
 
"What chu know bout God and what God know bout chu" Tia said. 
 
Lenny leaned back and tried to act patient as he searched the back of his mind because the front was crowded and clouded with lustful thoughts. It wasn’t that none of his bitches never tried to engage him intellectually that strained him. It was the fact that Tia was challenging him with a subject he didn’t even like to deal with. God.
 
"Well i know God know everything and as far as concerning me goes i know he know I ain't perfect." Lenny said as he twiddled his fingers and softly clenched his fist.
 
"Well I ain't never been one to try and measure God thoughts and what his concernings maybe. I was learned to believe his thoughts were above the firmament and that the firmament was our boundary" Tia said as she leaned back only to realize the blunt was running and flicked the lighter to fix it.
 
Lenny looked at Tia indecisively. He knew by nature women were generally smart but Tia was on some low key woke shit. That type of social entertainment he wasn’t prepared to deal with as a nigga who was the embodiment of typical nigga shit. He just wanted to fuck but he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. He knew how to read the cues of women and when to turn off his sexual efforts. So he waited for another chance to persist.
 
" I ain't saying Gods thoughts ain't important but right now all I can think bout is u" Lenny said attempting to curve the conversation back to his initial intent as he leaned back and scooted closer to her.
 
" is that a matter of fact?" Tia asked as if unimpressed. 
 
" nah it's the fact of the matter. And right now you matter to me more than just some one night of God talk" Lenny said as he pulled some more weed out of his weed sack to roll up. 
 
While Lennys words had the attention of her ears Tia kept her eyes focused on the blunt whose lifespan was becoming shorter with each pull.
 
" How many nights you need with me to know I'm telling you the truth. I ain't no broke nigga we could date" Lenny said as he started placing and stretching the weed out in the blunt paper.
 
“Nigga I dont hardly know you but one thing I do know is niggaz like you DO need prayer cuz you don’t know when to stop. Niggaz be frontin like they don’t be trippin off pussy but it’s all strategy in y’all head. Even when y’all silent y’all niggaz still be trying it” Tia said as she took a deeper hit of the blunt before she passed it back to Lenny.
 
Lenny shook his head with a few chuckles to follow as he fixed the tip of the blunt with his fingers and took one last hit of the blunt before putting the roach in the ash and rolling the next.
 
“Shawdy idk where you comin from or goin with this but u da one who put your hands on me at the bus stop. Yea u look good but I wasn’t trippin off shit” Lenny said as his high began to rise higher along with his interest in the conversation.
 
Tia took a deep breath and clasped her hands together as if she was preparing herself to speak.
 
“ understand I ain’t on no big wild ego shit when I say what I’m bout to say slim. You know how many niggaz holla at me throughout the week? Some niggaz holla at me from the front cuz they like my face. Some niggaz holla at me from the back because they like my ass. They see me smoking so they think I’m wit da smoke n chill shit not knowing I’m really trying to quit . They see me fightin bitches from other hoods so they think I’m ratchet not knowing I’m sooo gentle hearted but I’m from the trenches so I’m sensitive bout my shit. But the last thing they seem to see me as is a woman who was actually raised right, livin in a imperfect world where I’m forced to react ‘imperfectly’ “Tia said stressfully.
 
Lenny leaned back with the blunt as he twisted the blunt and listened.
 
“See niggaz don’t know how I really think and once they find out they can’t handle it let alone relate to the shit I’m dealing with so what i do? I make it clear that I know the difference between a nigga puttin up with me because he think he gon get some pussy if he do as opposed to A MAN who gon really tryna be my therapy who gon comfort my spirit and not just my body” she added.
 
“ niggaz like u need prayer bcuz everytime yall come smack bitchez like me can smell yall bullshit fore' yall buss da turn then bitchez 'like me' gotta lie and say we got a man even when we don’t bcuz y’all don’t know when to quit. Gotta come up with every excuse to dismiss niggaz like u because if I told you I don’t wanna have sex and that I’m tryna work on myself and honor God I put myself at risk for the ultimate disrespect.” she said forcefully. 
 
The moment the end of her last syllable was pronounced was the moment Lenny lit the end tip of the second blunt.
 
He inhaled slightly on the first pull looked at the blunt, looked at Tia, looked back at the blunt then pulled it again but inhaled as deeply as he could.
 
“Wtf that got to do with me?” Lenny responded simply fulfilling his personal role, the title of this short, and above all else what the typical bitch has learned to expect from the typical nigga.


Submitted: November 30, 2021

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