She's pretty. Not like porn/of pretty, but like legit real life pretty. NGL, I'd let her yell at me. I ignored what she said but that shyt was kinda hot. Like, I could really see myself in a tumultuous marriage with her where we fight a lot but we have so much common ground that we learn to love each other.
Shortly after that, our health fades. She died first and I spend a few months trying to hold it together. My vision fades and I have to get a in home aide to help me with the most menial of tasks. We bond and eventually get into an argument. The aide gets fed up and screams at me about publications and being a black woman. I'm blind so I won't know. And the screams don't hurt. They are actually so soothing that my vision is restored for a moment, see that Kobe Bryant is still dead. Then I thank God. And pass away easily as I whisper "A-Amanda...?"
Bone bone bone bone bone
Bone bone bone bone
Tell me watcha gonna do
When it ain't no where to hiiiiiiide?