Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 11

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June 12th 1992: 8pm

|Monaé's P.O.V|

I ain't even gon lie, this diner is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I like the fact that it's not fancy or non', there are so many pictures and paintings of famous poets on the walls. Even the shit on the menu is poetic?!, soft poetry played in the background as pac and I drink our drinks.

"So...what's your name?" Tupac asks from his side of the table, what is this some Q&A shit?.

"You know my na-" I began but he spoke again.

"You're real name, unless nefertari is your name?" He looks up at me stirring his chocolate milkshake with a straw awaiting a response.

"My names Monaé Nefertari Wallace" i say trying not to smile as he stares at me, this needs to stop feelin like a damn date.

"Monaé huh?, i ain't even gon lie that's a beautiful ass name" he let out catching me off guard, I bite down on my lip to hold my smile back.

"Thank you" I grin, trying to mask my smile by sippin my lemonade.

"You know what would make it even more beautiful?" He added not taking his eyes off of me.

"What?" I ask curiously.

"If shakur replaced Wallace" he smirked making me blush and throw my straw wrapper at him.

"Shut yo ass up" I kiss my teeth as he laughs throwing it back at me.

"What does it mean?" He asks.

"What? My name" I ask, he nods 'yes', watching my every move fully engaged.

"Well.." I smile a little taking a deep breath.

"Monaé means 'blessed protector' or 'home'. Nefertari was a queen in ancient kemet 'Egypt' and it means 'beautiful' or ' most beautiful'...and Wallace just a slave name" I laughed at the end shrugging.

"Well damn, Nefertari most defiantly is the right name for you. It ain't lyin, and as for the Slave name? Shakur is still up for grabs girl" he playfully winks at me I laugh at how goofy he is.

"Boy don't even try it" I raise my eyebrow kissing my teeth, trying to act as if I wasn't into it.

"Aight aight sorry" he put his hands up in defence, that big smile stilled pinned to his face.

"Well what about your name?" I ask resting my chin on my hand.

"Well, my name is Tupac Amaru shakur, my moms named me after an inca Indian revolutionary  'tupac amaru' which means 'shining serpent' and shakur means 'thankful to God' " he educates me, dang he really know his shit?. Shakur is a nice last name I ain't gon lie.

"Ou snap, droppin knowledge on a sistah like that huh?...you got a nice name tho, your moms knows her stuff" I smile, when brothas be droppin knowledge I'm all ova that shit, not that I like pac like that! Just as friends.