Poetic Justice

U wanna smell my punani

At the beauty salon, a lady shows her long nails.
Lady: Look at these. This one right here, this is bad, Girl they are to die for.
Maxine: Jessie's, we do hair.
Other salon girls are doing the women's hair, and Iesha reading a black hair magazine is waiting for justice.
Iesha: Yeah well he just did my girl hair all wrong, she scared as hell, caught her runnin 'round wearin sunglasses. And you know how she like to brag about her green eyes, top it off, she still in love with the nigga.
Heywood: What's love got to do with it.
Justice walks in.
Justice: You just telling everybody's business.

Iesha: I'd tell your business if you had something to tell.
Justice: Hey Heywood, hey dex, hey Maxine. How you doin. C'mon girl, you ready? You got your hair with you?
Iesha: What'chu think this is?
Justice: I know you ain't getting smart.
Iesha: Shut up girl.
Justice: That's I thought, c'mon, sit your butt down.
Iesha: So what's up girl?
Justice: Nothing's up.
Then Jessie gets out the car, locks her car, walks into the salon.
Fiend: Morning Jessie, got any change?
Jessie: Hell no, get your dirty unemployed ass away from my shop!
She walks in, asks one of the kids in day care to do her a favor.
Jessie: Baha, baby do me a favor. I need you to go to the liquor store, get me two honey buns, and what else, Baja: some big red I know, twenty.
Jessie: Yeah a twenty, no wait a minute bring me my change back!
Then Jessie has to catch the kid who tried to run off with her change.
Justice: Leave this conditioner on for five minutes ok?
Iesha: Ok.
Dexter is massaging a woman's head.
Dex: U like that don't you?
She nods yes to his approval.
Heywood: Jessie, you are so beautiful.
Jessie: Thank you Heywood.
Heywood: I love you.
Jessie: I love you too.
Heywood: I love myself.
Jessie: I know you do, now get back to your client.
Heywood: I love it when your so forceful.
Jessie: M-hm.
Justice walks to over to Jessie.
Justice: So....
Jessie: Yeah.
Justice: So he's out huh?
Jessie: I don't know, I'm thinking about it.
Justice: I know y'all got buck wild last night. Where did y'all go?
Jessie: Could you put those over here please. Snooty fox motor inn.
Justice: No you didn't.
Jessie: People, please, remember to return your receipts!
Girls: We always do, I got mine right here.
Justice: Still got them red walls and all that shit?
Jessie: Mirrors on the ceiling, same ol same ol, coming up short, are they turning in the receipts?
Justice: They've been filling them out and turning them in.
Jessie: What'chu know about mirrors in the ceiling, when's the last time you've been out?
Justice: What, Snooty Fox?
Jessie: Yeah.
Justice: Its been so long, I don't even remember.
Jessie: That's what I know.
Black male: My girl need her hair done and her nails done.
Jessie: Does she have an appointment?
Black male: No. she don't have hair either.
Jessie: Heywood, Maxine, make an appointment. And Why are always wearing these hats? What'chu hiding from?
She takes her hat.
Justice: Uh uh, give me my hat back! I got new growth!
Jessie: Put it back on. You need to let me do something to that head of yours. Lord, I'm tired, you got a poem for me? Lord knows I need one.
Justice: Left my notebook in the car, I'll get it in a minute.
Jessie: Outgoing mail.
Justice: Where the stamps?
Jessie: Right here. And when you gon get a man, always asking me questions about mine.
Justice: Uh uh.
Jessie: What, you still mourning? Sporting blacks. Looking tore up from the floor up, no time for your hair. You can always tell when a woman ain't coochie.
Justice: I like wearing black, and I ain't no time for no men in my life, alright.
Jessie: You know what your problem is?
Justice: Oh, so suddenly I got a problem.
Jessie: Yes you do.
Justice: What's my problem?
Jessie: You make bad choices in men, you don't know how to pick'em.
Then a mail truck parks on the side in front of the beauty salon, the 22 year old mail man gets out the truck with a load of mail, he also has a tragedy in his life, his main focus is taking care of his daughter and make a life living making music, his name is lucky.

Fiend: Yo wassup, wassup, wassup? Wassup Mr postman? You got a spare of change man?
Lucky: Nah but I got a spare if stamps so you can mail your ass a job application, beggin ass muthafucka.
He walks in the salon with mail in his hand.
Lucky: Y'all didn't get nothing but bills.
He lays them flat on the counter, gives it to justice, she takes the mail, licks one of the stamps to place them on the mail. Lucky goes in on his Mack daddy mode.
Lucky: Why you always do mad? You must ain't got no man cause you don't never smile.....do you?
She finally looks up at him, blank eyes, blank face, no interest whatsoever.
Justice: What do you want from me?
Lucky: Nothing. I think you kinda fly, we can start with your phone number.
She start smiling with something in mind to get back at him.
Justice: What's your name?
Lucky: Lucky.
Justice: Lucky?
Lucky: Yeah.
Justice: C'ere...lucky.
Lucky looks around.
Justice: Come closer sexy, i wanna whisper something to you.
Lucky leans close to over to justice as he thought she was gonna talk dirty to him.
Justice: Let's cut the bullshit ok. Now what do you really...really want from me?
She puts her finger under his chin.
Justice: U wanna smell my punani?
Lucky: Yeah. Yeah.
Justice: You like that huh?
Lucky: M-hm.
Justice: Hold on a sec baby. Jessie!
Jessie: Yes!
Justice: C'ere please.
Jessie: What?
Justice: This fine young dark sexy brotha wants to smell my punani.
Jessie: Really? Punani?
Justice: Yep, should I let him?
Jessie: Yeah.
Jessie leans close to lucky, blows her breath at him, justice begins laughing, lucky starts thinking they're lesbos.

Jessie: So what do you think?
Lucky: Bitch, u need to get to ass some breath mints. Crazy black bitches.
Justice: Get'cho ass outta here.
Their plan worked pretending to be lesbians. Lucky leaves in disbelief.
Lucky: I don't know why I fuck with these hoes!
He gives the dope fiend a quarter.
Lucky: Here man, don't smoke it, take a stamp.
Fiend: God bless you man, god bless you, god bless you brotha.

That's chapter 2 for sexy Scorpio Lisa Bonet, proud to introduce Gemini 2pac, stay tune for chapter 3, hope you still like this story. Comment, vote, enjoy, peace out ✌🏾