Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur

Chapter 60

|A/n : congrats to meeee! I made it to chapter sixty! And I started this book in January 😭😭❤🔥 and shout out to you if you've read this far!|

|Monaé P.O.V|

"I already told you! I don't know nothin!" I spat, crossing my arms at the table. The fuckin pigs have taken me in for questioning about Christopher's murder (the dude my homie kush had killed...with MY gun).

"Listen! If you don't tell us what you know right fuckin now I swear to god you'll regret it!" He spat standing up and resting his hands on the table. I smirked a little at this and leant back into the chair. I can't lie I was kinda nervous tho...what if I go down for participation? Even tho I ain't do shit.

"How can I tell you something I don't know nothin about?. You can check with anyone coz I already told you a million times I was in LA" I shrugged, the key to this shit is to not act fazed by them at all, but it's hard.

"Why do you look so nervous then huh?!" He eyeballed me, this nigga really think it was me?!.

"I'm a black women in police custody?! Of course I should be fuckin nervous" I fired back.

"Shut up! Don't pull the race card!" He scolding me.

"Are we done yet?" I ask straight after, we've been here for two whole hours. He said if he don't get anything from me the case has run cold.

"Fuck you" he sighed in defeat looking down at his watch.

"Interview ended, at three o five p m, August the twelfth nineteen ninety three. Can you state your name for recording purposes" he says looking over at me.

"Monaé Wallace" I say in annoyance before getting up off my seat, the other cop soon took off my handcuffs and escorted me to the door.

"Man Fuck the police!" I exclaim being let through the doors, kush is bouta get an ass whoopin too.

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|A show in jersey|

|Monaé's P.O.V|

"You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned,
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
And every time he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
When my peoples would protest,
I told them mind their business, cause my shit was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by god's test
I was god's best
contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise manifest" I get goose bumps as I shout into the microphone, I wrote that shit about Jermaine about a year ago, I never released it on tape tho...it's just something I perform every now and then.