THIS BOOK IS ABOUT THE THINGS WE GO THROUGH AS STRONG BLACK PEOPLE & ABOUT THE SHIT WE GOTTA GO THROUGH TODAY ONLY BECAUSE OF OUR COLOR
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Expected date to drop: February 3, 2019
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November 7, 2018
I watched as Monea slept, her natural hair was everywhere. One thing I missed with her, these mornings.
If it's not her or Mauri, I swear my life would be all kinds of fucked up.
I threw the covers off me, grabbed my phone and charger. And walked into my bathroom
Sissy 💛 me: You okay? sent @11:34 am
I closed the message app, and opened Apple Music.
I played my Tupac playlist. I plugged my phone in, and ran my shower.
I got my utensils for brushing my teeth and I placed my white liner on
I walked back into my room
"I'm showering." I whispered and kissed Monea.
I stripped and hopped in the shower.
"Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside, the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark. Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame."
"You know you're screaming right." Monea said as she slipped in the shower
I turned around, "Oh really." I smirked
I picked her up and placed her on my torso.
The hot water was hitting hardly on my back, I didn't care. I'm finally finna get some.
I placed short kisses, all over her neck.
It's one particularly spot, I love so much on her.
I kissed and sucked on it
"Mashawn, I just wanted to shower." She looked away
I turned around towards the shower rod and rinse myself off again.
Things have been a little confusing with us lately, we've barely been speaking. And especially since I went off on her about that protest situation.
The night at the club was especially sus with her, I just hope I didn't fuck up anything.
I grabbed some clean polo boxers out the drawer in my bathroom, grabbed my phone, charger and walked out.
I wasn't even in the mood for Tupac anymore, so I paused it.
I grabbed a simple black tee and regular black ripped jeans. I placed vaseline on the dry places of my face.
I put on my white Gucci slides and grabbed a black hood.
My room door opened, "Mashawn? I'm sorry okay." Monea spoke quietly
