Ready for War

by Mel Dau

“Shit, outcha trying to live right in the Lord while still assisting the devil from time to time. Can’t have the good without the evil, my boy.”

There is no such thing as consent between a fifteen- and twenty-one-year-old. Any grown man that preys on a teenaged girl or accepts their advances is a pedophile. He was the adult and chose to have sex with you underage, therefore, in the eyes of the law, he’s a pedophile rapist. I haven’t even touched on how he was mentally and emotionally abusive,” he sternly spoke with tight eyes.

“Lil’ nigga, you got your mama in here crying in front of a bunch of crazy niggas who love their mamas. I should box you off again just for that. You not supposed to make ya mama cry, dummy!”

“Blossom Peace, that nigga better not be a problem, or he’s going to have a problem breathing.”

His aroma hit my nose the minute we were close. I wonder if this is the smell of Jesus.

“Yo, I’m not a fortune teller, but I predict I’m going to fuck Trustin’s daddy up!”

“We can all talk in the office,” I suggested as calmly as I could. His eyes locked with mine, and I saw the bitch in him immediately. That was one thing about a bitch boy: their eyes always showed their bitch, no matter how hard they attempted to hide it.

“You didn’t misinterpret shit. You gonna get this dick since you want to bet on shit, just not now. We gonna get some sleep first. I want to at least put a four-hour gap in between the time I fucked up your baby’s daddy and I dig in that pussy.”

“Damn, this pussy hittin’! That’s why you be sitting with all that fucking attitude, huh? You knew your mean ass was sitting on a pot of pussy gold, Pea!” I talked shit while I beat it up from behind.

“War, we had sex once. Why do you think that entitles you to any part of my life? Yes, the dick was good, but I want a real relationship with a man.” I took another step forward, causing our lips to slightly touch before I spoke. “Who told you I couldn’t give you a real relationship?”

“You didn’t think I could lift you? Just know, I can handle what I plan to call mine.”

“Fuck all that shit you talking. What I know is, you will stay away from my son and my girl. That’s it, my boy. You don’t have a son anymore.”