Are you Stalking me?

Three

Beyonce Knowles
"I wrote a poem for you"

"In shadows, a distant muse I find,
Whispers of a love, a fate unkind.
Yearning heart, a silent plea,
Yet you're a dream, elusive key."

I sat the pen down as I let out a frustrating sigh. I wanted to believe one day, in some lifetime, Onika will be mines. But as time passed my bed remained empty and so did my heart.

My heart yearned for a woman who didn't think about me unless she seen my face.

It was never that deep for me when it came down to love but the first day I seen her, I knew she had to be mines. I wanted to complete her, I wanted her to feel how deep my love went. It went deeper than any ocean. I was on some type of spiritual level when my mind brought her up. Pleading for the Lord to grant me one of his children.

Floating on a cloud that was filled with hopes and dreams.

A single tear dropped on my journal.

I couldn't get it together for nothing. I was still thinking about how to come about it with this Kenneth situation.

A knock came to my ears and I looked up.

"Momma.." I smiled then stood up.

She smiled back, "Since yo' knuckle head don't call me, I had to come see if you alright."

I nodded, "I'm alright Momma."

"Yeah ok. All them bills on that counter? What about that second job you just got?"

"I'm just an intern for now.. we don't get paid."

"Well when are you going to get paid? That Petty woman insisted you came to work for her instead of other people."

"In 2 months. Hopefully, it's a lot to this Ma."

"Me and your Father think you should just come stay with us. We have more than enough room so you'll have all the space you need."

"Ma— I'm good. I can ask Mrs. Laney for a raise."

"Y'know she isn't going to do that if that doesn't benefit her."

"I ain't having sex with that woman."

"Beyonce. You know damn well i'm not saying that. If it doesn't give her a good name, money, you can forget about it."

I sighed, "I'll figure something out. But I promise y'all, it's nothing out of my control."

"Whatever you say honeybee. What's all in those manila folders on your table?"

"Work stuff."

"Work stuff. Mm."

"Why you say it like that?"

"So that woman's husband is work?"

"Ma why you going through my stuff.. that's why i'll never move back in."

"You need to stop that. Whatever it is that you're doing... Stop it."

"I wanted him to help me through the business stuff. He owns a good winery. I need some pointers that's all."

"Yeah. Ok."

I signed, "Why else ma?"

"You know you wanna fuck that woman."

"Ma!" My eyes widened.

"Everything that's walking can see why Bey. But you're wrong, that's somebody wife."