▪▪▪ I trace my index finger along his jaw, feeling the smooth softness of the sharp line. He shivers at the touch, trying to dissolve himself into the bookshelf at his back "The first time we met, you didn't seem to like me." I said painfully slow, and far more distracted by something enticing. He's full thick lips pr...
"What did you see?", he asks as he takes menacingly slow steps towards me. "I didn't see anything.", I lie while backing away from him. We continue our little game as I take a step back he takes a step forward. We do this until my back hits the wall and he is in my personal space. He puts either of his hands on the wa...
She just needed the money to get by through college... He needed a nanny for his two kids..... But fate had other ideas... ************************************ Dhahabu Lanji or just Dee for short had moved from Kenya to Germany on a full paid scholarship to the university of Berlin. However she needed a way to earn...
❝on the dead homies.❞ a book comprised of black excellence and the defiance of blackness throughout history. pages telling the truth of unspoken and ignored issues of the black community while covering every inch of black history and the future of black people. every day is black history month in Hood Politics. ...