Lucid Dreams

by Ladii Nesha

“You better go visit Dr. Miami like the rest of these hoes.” “Oh, that’s where you went?” “Ha, Dr. Miami could never. These curves are courtesy of good genes, squats, and bomb ass pound game.”

“You should just jump on the train. Go ahead and settle down with Pink,” Tree smirked, mentioning Bone’s on again, off again girlfriend. “Fill her up with that plastic and give her a couple baby dolls.”

I feel like my body is on fire. I feel like I’m floating in space, and I feel like Obama should get another term, and I should be his Olivia Pope,”

I thought you said we didn’t do anything.” “We didn’t, but you did. I simply watched you stroke that fat muthafucka while you screamed out my name. It was the sexiest shit I ever seen.”

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?” Nite taunted. “I think I like you better under the influence. Last night you were in love with me. Today you trying to tussle.”

That man is a waste of air, and if I see him with his hands on you again, I'm going to murk that nigga and adopt his son,” Nite promised, stroking her cheek. “Take care of yourself, mama.”

Twin: Where the fuck you go and why would you leave me with this little head ass girl. Her fucking sew in look like a football helmet. Tell pretty toes she ain’t shit.

“Now put my shit back and say sorry,” Nite demanded with his eyes still closed. Salty, Hunter threw the booklet back and slammed the door. “Don’t be slamming my shit because you’re in the wrong, and don’t ever listen to shit another muthafucka say about me. If it doesn’t come from my mouth, take it with a grain of salt.”

“Damn, is y’all done or not? Harv caking ass over there promising to give that girl the world, and you in this bitch hogging pretty toes. Did you tell her we are a package deal?” Dai rambled, snatching the passenger door open. “Aye, you got any more cute friends?” “Tiny is cute.” “No the fuck she not, and those fucking booty pads got her around here looking like a water beetle.”

“Ohhh, you about to get nasty?” Junie teased. “Bihhh, this man brought me and my son on a private jet and is taking us on a yacht. He gave me his card and spent a few bands on us in the city. I'm about to get filthy.”

“Because you have me questioning everything I thought I knew. I feel so connected to you and these feelings have me wanting to give you the world. I want to show you there are still good things on earth. I want to protect you and kiss every scar on your body until your heart heals. I want to pray over you and help you fight all the demons that keep you from sleeping. I want to be your peace.”

“What my girl Jazmine Sullivan say?” “Y’all niggas be making us sad,” the women in the shop sang out. “Then say y’all don’t know why we mad.” “Then I hit his ass with my car, back up quick, and then smash on the gas,” Bianca freestyled. “Bitch, she don’t say that!” Shayla hollered. “It’s the remix hoe,” she shrugged.