Growing up Black and upper middle class in Bedstuy, Brooklyn is already a privilege amongst those who can't. Adding in relationships and learning to navigate life only adds to the stress. Ketara Greene undergoes a transformation that changes the sco...
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"Every time I see you walkin' by I get a thrill, you don't understand but in time you will, I must make you understand...I wanna be your man..."
-I Want to Be Your Man; Zapp&Roger
I shook my head as I took in the scene before me. The boys were thirsty and some girls were even thirstier.
I took residence at a wall, where Kofi had popped up to take a break from dancing with his girlfriend. I always chuckled at him, remembering how easily he ran through chicks before Justine became the stop sign that halted all movement in his life. He was in love so deep he actually challenged my thinking that none of the girls that I'd seen in this school thus far were worthy.
I watched the circle of people that were becoming more prominent in school but had no clue why. Most of them were Kofi's friends. I didn't even understand why Kofi even associated with them if I were honest.
"Yo." he said, "You gonna hold up the wall all night or get into something?"
I laughed, "Living vicariously through me, now?"
"Every now and again. You're no match though."
"Nobody is or was. Maybe Louis." I conceded, "Maybe."
"Nah. Y'all niggas are corny." Kofi said, laughing, "You're a dickhead more than a playa though. Chicks go for that."
"I'm seeing they go for anything, really." I answered, nodding off, "This one goes to the ends of the earth to defend this dickhead."
I nodded over towards Davida who was grinding on DeMarcus like he was the end all and be all. I knew I had some growing up to do. That's never lost on me but that one? Those two?
Kofi laughed, "That's my son."
"You need a new son."
"I mean...I hate talking about it. The shit is sticky and it's corny. I try not to disrespect but I almost did earlier because the situation happened the way it did because of her. I call the nigga to chop it up and she puts her two cents in like anybody asked her opinion. That's my guy but I have a low tolerance for stupid shit. And I'm not into talking when it goes to the point of no return."
"I already know."
We got quiet for two seconds. I'd seen the girl I stepped in front of dancing with her boyfriend and smirked. I knew better than to ask Kofi the question that was burning me to ask and really, it was semi-disrespectful. It wasn't like I hadn't seen the girl before. I had every now and again the year before. She hadn't appealed to me but sometimes I caught her staring at me. Something about her eyes shifted something in me and I did my best to pay her no mind.
I watched her though. Her skin was caramel. She wore her hair in a long, wavy wig as opposed to the braids she wore the last time I saw her. I liked her makeup but she was even more beautiful without it. Her dress made me want to slowly take it off of her while I covered my lips on every part of her body. I could almost taste the flavor on my tongue.
