Words, illustrations, and thoughts from urban youth.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Dream State
Colors swooped and swirled behind his closed eyelids as the music soared, taking him back to the night when his heart 1st roared. He met this beautiful vixen that was about 24, He already knew for her what he had in store. She was caramel skinned about 5'4" and a beautiful smile that he grew to adore. He asked whats her name she said " Felicia what can i do you for? " I noticed your beautiful train can i climb aboard? She said " sorry sweety this not chutes and ladders. " and he hit the floor. Just give me a chance I swear my presence won't bore. She replied " Okay lets see what your scrabble be like " and we exited out the door. So shorty I mean Felicia where you from? " Chicago ofcourse 74th call it young Killaward. " So you repping the best? " Yes we should get an award. " So you guarding your chest? " Yes sir with a sharp double edge sword. " So niggas can't try to infest? " yes man homie you seem like the best! " Can i take you home? " Long as your hands don't try to undress. " ... As i open my eyes here she lays on my chest.
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