Hitting womens? Never have, ain't ever will.
But there WAS a time when one hit my ass!
Lil bo peep the story:
Back in 7rst grade, there was this cute, sassy little shone that sat behind me in language arts.
My gawd, she was fine as hell… but with an attitude that had more flare than an s.o.s. gun (but just as much umph!).
Any who, i didn’t know how to express myself to her because she was my first crush that quarter (yeah, remember in middle school when you had a crush every week? Ummm, girl was the flava of the season – no salt required). So to break that ice, I thought it would be a great idea to remove her book cover and slab it over my text book. Cool right?
Well, when she got back from the bathroom, she noticed her book cover went awol.
Then she stood up and said, “Who’s the mothafukka that done stole my shiit?!?!”
I giggled and uttered, “Hey hey, look at my book. MAGIC!”
She look pissed as hell. Then she raised up her book, cocked it back and said,
“Say I wont… SAY I WONT!!!”
I (not ever having anyone make or state that kind of gesture to me before) naively and benightedly responded…
“You wont?!”
Next thing you know…
BAM!!!!
That thick ass language arts text book hit me DEAD IN MY GRILL! It hit my face with so much force and velocity, it made a slight cut right next to my eye – a scar, in which… I ain’t err gon’ forget.
Man, did girl have an arm. Shiit was bionic (and always emanated the essence of cocoa butter lotion, and when she walked by had a vigga screaming internally in his best Martin voice, “WAAAZZZUPPPP!?!?!?!”)
But it hurt soooo good… because she gave me attention and the feeling was monumental (Almost like the time when Sharissa Jackson put her gum on my desk… and I voluntarily counted the alphabet using that ABC gum. Ya deeg?!?! *sighs*).
Any who… I knew from that day forward, I was gonna be with a black womens for the rest of my life.
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