1 hour earlier
He entered the visitors area with the upmost sense of conviction. He mentally prepared himself for his first trial, his first defense after obtaining his license as a lawyer. His name was Yaw Dankwa. Many called him by his nickname, Yaw, and some who knew him best referred to him as...
Wakanda Smitthers.
His defendant was a young man of average build, not exactly chiseled but a far cry from being thought of as weak at first glance. Even more intimidating than his frame, however, was his face. He just looked sinister and as if he always had some evil plot on his mind like a villain straight out of a Marvel comic.
I'm defending him? He looks like he's planning to go back to the school and shoot someone, I don't like this. I could just be assuming yet again though, but In thought I only did this with women. With guys, I'm more open and I even talk to women as if they're guys, so why do I have a problem even forming the words for this man?
"Oh no. I'm being defended, by a fucking coon?"
I know he didn't just call me a coon, did I clean my ears well enough this morning?
"Yeah, you heard me nigger."
Did he just read my mind, or was that just him talking shit? Either way
"HUH?"
"Well, yes. I'm going to be defending you. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Of course I have a problem with that!"
"May I ask why?"
"Because you're black."
"And? I thought us brothers were supposed to stick together."
"I'd rather die than consider you as my 'brother', you're worse than Nig if you think that and he's actually related to me."
"Well that's disappointing, because that same Nig is the one that called me here to help you out, Martin."
Martin's interest in how that nigga even could afford a lawyer with McNugget dollars peaked at that very same moment.
"So, what was the deal for? Two double cheese burgers and medium fries?"
Yaw gave a smug expression unfitting of a person with his usual caliber of etiquette.
"No, my services aren't that cheap. I-"
"He sucked your dick? You know he's secretly gay, right?"
"HUH, no man I'm straight."
"Straight guys still get their dicks sucked."
"Yeah, by women, not dudes. Now I don't got anything against people in the LGBTQ community, just don't try to hit on me cuz I ain't with that shit. Anyway, I didn't know he was gay, never gave me that impression."
"Wouldn't be the first time a coon hid something well."
Did he ever try to hit on me? Man why am I thinking about this shit, the defendant is more important? If he did though, guess that means I'm more attractive than I give myself credit for.
"Gay."
"Shut up, what's your problem with me? What have I ever done to you?"
"You haven't done anything to me personally. You were simply born. Also your presence is annoying, all this positive bullshit."
"Well, it's not surprising to me that someone as dark as you could be a literal embodiment of edginess. I couldn't even see you earlier for 3 minutes even as you were yelling that you were here."
