D'Anthony Carlos has skated through life always being protected. When you're related to the biggest drug cartel in the DMV you gotta be protected. When all of your uncles are the most feared and respected you automatically garner the same attention...
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William Shakespeare once said, "If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?" Everything has a reaction, so don't be surprised when you don't get the one you want. That's why you should think of the results with your every action. Think before you act because there is a cause and effect... -Z.D.
I sit in the middle of my bed with my legs crossed with my laptop in front of me. I type up the blog post hitting enter then scrolling through people's comments on my blogs and pictures. After replying to a couple of people I switch tabs going back to word. I was finishing up the last touches on my follow-up interview with D'Anthony. I had two versions: The one for the newspaper and the one I'm selling to a blog.
I have been in contact with this girl who owns a very popular blog amongst the black women community. She talked A LOT about being a pro-black woman, the plight of the black woman and dating as a black woman. It was basically a safe space for black women to let out their feelings without a black man rolling in saying, 'Well this is why we don't date y'all bitter asses.'
When I told her my idea about seeing if I could get a colorist man to fall for everything he said he didn't want and she loved it. She was willing to pay me, so here I was writing it. After catching feelings for D'Anthony, I contemplated backing out, but I never did. I need the money with Christmas coming up, so I decided against that. Just write it, send it to her then forget about it.
When D'Anthony walks back into my bedroom shirtless wearing only Polo pajama bottoms, I stop typing. "What are you eating?" I ask as he's chewing on something.
"Orange," he says holding it up.
"That's a tangerine, baby."
"Ain't it the same shit? One's just a baby version."
I chuckle then say, "Whatever. Is my sister out there?"
