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Amir Quentin Moore

Looking in my cell mirror, tilting my head to the left, I examined the tattoo on the side of my face where my sideburns were, reading 'ναδινε' in bold red Greek letters. I smiled.

"Can't believe dis nigga got a female tattooed on his face n heon even know what she looks like," my cellmate and my homeboy K2 said, shaking his head.

My other homeboy Rambo laughed, "Det young man starving," making them both laugh. I mugged them through the mirror.

"Both of you niggas really can shut the fuck up," I turned around, sitting at the table against the wall.

K2 put his hands up like he was surrendering. "Aye, don't get mad 'cause uu pussy whipped n yeen get the pussy yet."

I shook my head. "But for real murda, why tf you get shorty name tattooed widd out seeing what she looked like first," Rambo added.

I shrugged, frowning, twisting my dreads in my hands. "I don't know for real, but I do know I love ha ass."

K2 started laughing again, rolling around. "Ouuu shyt, dis nigga said he loves ha," he said, out of breath from laughing. "How you love ha but don't know how she looks," he squinted his eyes at me.

I smacked my lips and waved him off. "If you talked to a mother fucker fah 6 years like I did, then you'll see."

"How y'all even meet, ain't she in jail too," I nodded at Rambo's question.

"Ye, we met 6 years ago. I heard somebody singing from the toilet de-" I got cut off with K2 laughing once again.

"Mane said he heard somebody singing from the toilet," he laughed in between every word.

I mugged him. "Is you gon let me finish, my nigga?" I stopped twisting my hair, shaking my head so my dreads could be back in my face.

His laughter once again died down. "Ite, go head, young nigga."

"I heard singing from the toilet. The first night I thought I was trippin 'cause I wasn't on my medicine at the time. But when like a week passed, I kept hearing it, even after I got put on my medicine. So, at first, I would just stay up listening to it 'cause she would do it all night, singing softly," I stopped, smiling as I remembered.

I continued. "Den I started beating in shyt on the bottom of the toilet, eventually, she started singing to the beat. We would do it every night fah 3 months, not talking, just constantly doing that, up until one day I built up the courage to say some," I paused, looking up to see if they were listening, which they were.

So I continued. "So det night, I yelled a little bit at the toilet and said Wsp. I could tell she was startled by the way she stopped singing for a while, but she finally replied with a hey... N that's when we started getting to know each other every day for the past year. We'd just sit dere laughing at jokes n shyt or just talking bout random things," I smiled as I talked about it.

"Den like some months past, I asked her ta be my girlfriend. At first, she was hesitant because she didn't know how it would work if we were both in a cell n weon know how each other looked. But I kept reassuring her that we'll make some shake, and we did."

"August 13, 2019, was the day she became my girlfriend," I finished off, seeing K2 deep in thought and Rambo just staring at me, shaking his head.

I frowned. "Why you lookin' at me like det gang," I asked him. "'Cause you love ole girl n don't know what she looks like."

"No wonder uu kept talking at night. I thought you were just slow inda head talking ta imaginary people," K2 said.

Rambo laughed. "Wait, how old is she?" K2 added. "Ha, birthday 4 months from now. She 17," he then went deep in thought.

"How the hell would it work if y'all met 6 years ago, uu in jail, she in juvie? Det don't make sense," Rambo looked at me confusingly.

I looked at him like he was retarded. "Nigga, this a juvie and jail combined."

"But how didn't you move cells, dumbass," K2 asked. I sat dere deep in thought.

I shook my head no. "Nah, 'cause once I hit 18, dey didn't move my cell. Ionk why, I just saw like 10 people from juvie exiting dis pod, and like 3 came back 2 years later."

"Nigga, ain you 20," Rambo asked in a suspicious tone. "Mhm," I smirked.

K2 laughed. "Ahhhhh, nigga, you a pedophile," I mugged him once again. "Chill out, we 3 years apart, you draggin' it."

"You right, you right, see if she got a fine ass cellmate det you can hook me up widd," me and Rambo mugged him.

"Wasn't you just clownin' his ass fah talkin' ta ha," Rambo smartly asked.

He shrugged. "I was in deep in thought, and I'm not gettin' out no time soon, n it's lonely in here," he dramatically sniffed, wiping fake tears.

I laughed. "We all get out on the same month, which is in a month. Uu can't wait," he smacked his lips.

"Nigga, just see," I huffed, going to the toilet. I knocked on the bottom at first, then I spoke. "Aye, Nadine, uu dere?"

I heard K2 and Rambo snickering, but I paid them no mind. When ain't get an answer back, I frowned.

"Bruh, I had a feeling this nigga was lying," K2 huffed, fighting the air. "Nigga, shut the fuck up, ain lying."

I knocked a little harder. "Raelynn, Yeon hear me talking to you?" I spoke a luh louder.

"Umm, hello," I heard a voice call back, but it wasn't Nadine's. I frowned, not thinking none of it. "Who dis, where Nadine at?"

"I'm Tristen, her cellmate. She got let out dis morning," my frown deepened. "What chu mean she got let out, you talm bout fah yard time?"

I heard the voice laugh. "Nah, she free, like she is in the outside world right now," I mugged the toilet.

'Why the fuck she didn't tell me she was getting out' I thought to myself.

"Aye, are you her boyfriend?" the voice asked again. "Y-ye, dets me, gang."

"Dis nigga ova here stu-stu-stuttering," K2 laughed along with Rambo as

I mugged them; dey was pissing me off, but the medicine I was on refrained me from reacting how I wanted to.

"She said you would be asking for her, she said call her on your phone time at 901-537-9163, I guess that's her number," I nodded at what she said.

"Ite," I got up, "wait, nigga, what chu doin' I said put me on." K2 ran towards the toilet.

Rambo laughed, "Mane, hell nah, that nigga threw off." I tuned everything out as K2 started talking to ole girl.

I started thinking back on what ole girl Tristen told me.

'She got let out this morning.'

'Nah, she free, like she is in the outside world right now.'

'But why she didn't tell me she was getting out yesterday, I was indeed happy for her, we were supposed ta get out on the same day... it makes me wonder what if I did fall in love widd somebody bad in the face.'

'Not that I discriminate against people that have unique facial features, but I got this girl's name tatted; she betta be what I imagined, or things gon get real ugly.'

So any thoughts you black monkeys might have ??

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