Me and Kash were hanging out downtown just exploring. Things have been UP for us for a good while now. I think Kash has really changed this time. We just left the museum and I couldn't stand her ass because she stuck her nose up at it.
KP: Egyptians weren't really white, you know that right?
Me: (rolls my eyes and smiles) Not all.
KP: (pulls me close to her) Cleopatra was black.
Me: Well, it's just her specific race they're pointing out; Egyptian.
KP: In America, they don't give a damn. On their papers it says what; African American/Black. (shrugs shoulders) They don't have Jamaican, African, Hattian, Puerto Rican.
Me: (nods head) I understand what you mean... That shouldn't make you look down on the art though.
KP: (smacks lips) Half of history isn't told truthfully.
Me: (stops walking and pulls KP close) Enough of history and art... what about us?
KP: (smiles and holds onto my waist) What about us?
Me: Well... we've been doing really good together lately.
KP: Damn good. (chuckles)
Me: (giggles) I want us to do something to mark us.
KP: (furrows brows) What do you mean?
Me: Like, something we only know or would understand. Matching bracelets, matching rings, a significant rock to hold onto-
KP: Orrrr matching tattoos.
I have yet to get a tattoo. I've always wanted one but I want to be sure about the tattoo's I get. I don't want anything I'd regret.
Me: Okay... tattoos... what desi-
KP: (shrugs and smirks) Why not our names?
Name tattoos are dangerous and really serious. Once that name is on you, it's forever.
Me: Are YOU sure YOU wanna do something like that?
KP: (squints eyes) What's that supposed to mean?
Me: I mean, name tattoos are something serious and that's embedded in you.
KP: (grabs my hands and looks into my eyes) No matter what, I always want to remember you, whether lover or friend.
Me: (gets teary eyed) You just don't understand how much we've been through.
KP: (lifts my face up by my chin) I do and that's why I'm willing to take this chance. (wipes my tears away) I wanna do it tonight.
Me: (eyes widen) Tonight, tonight?!?
KP: (smiles) Hell yeah, why not?
I started getting nervous. My stomach was turning and I just felt uneasy. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I just have to follow my heart.
Me: (opens eyes and nods head) Okay... where are we going?
KP: (pulls out phone) There's one guy in town who does the best work.
KP types up a storm on her phone and waves down a taxi. She guides me into the taxi and gives him a location. While riding, I looked out the window watching the orange sky turn black. Night was coming down on us faster than anything. She pulled me into her chest and kissed my forehead. I inhale the smell of weed and Dior cologne (Dior Sauvage at that) and I just get all warm inside. Why'd it take her so long to realize that we could really be a thing if she would just keep her shit together? We pull up to a tattoo shop and she pays the taxi. We get out and I'm not gonna lie... I'm nervous as hell. We walk in and see this tatted up white dude doing some guys tattoo. This place was unique though. The guy did his tattoo where you could see from the outside. KP smiles and daps up the white guy tatted up.
