Ready for War

by Mel Dau

There are some jobs us earthly fathers can handle to keep the heavenly Father’s hands free.”

“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!”

Moving in one of my father’s duplexes was becoming more and more tempting.

It’s clear that young dumb shit ain’t wore off cause who the Fuck takes on unnecessary expense? Working your ass to death don’t make you grown or independent cause you dependent on the damn job.

“I know you work way too much to prove a point to no one that matters. Your son needs you, but you would rather work hours upon hours to make ends meet when it could be so much easier. Go ahead, though, let that pride raise your son.

Her letting a nigga tell her what her father been telling her ain’t sitting right with me

was highly intelligent. I’d never been a dumb girl;

Oh no boo you definitely dumb

She said once, but the club was closed. One of the bouncers who used to work here fucked her in one. All I could do was give her a blank stare at how accomplished she seemed to feel by that.

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

I had to get my shit together because the tingle that came with his words was purely of the damn devil. Get thee behind me, devil!

“Yo, I’m not a fortune teller, but I predict I’m going to fuck Trustin’s daddy up!” Yetti ranted the minute he stepped into my office.

Now his other shoulder was bleeding and his leg. This man just might accidentally die.

Our father laughed, then said, “Oh, we said we weren’t going to kill him, but we gonna have him at the door, wishing to walk in before we drop his ass off somewhere.”

Was there such a thing as being independently spoiled?

Yes!!!

“Go to sleep, mean ass girl. This dick will make you nice in the morning.”

“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 would never put my hands on a woman, but I’d beat that pussy all the way up in the most disrespectful of manners.

He could call it tripping over pussy, but I called it claiming what should be mine. Pea was going to find out she was not going to play me to the left. Did I expect to get attached to her pussy? Hell no, I didn’t, but I was and that was that. Tonight is going to be a night of lessons.

Lmao wooooow

I’m lying. I know exactly what came over me—your good ass pussy. How the hell you expect a nigga to act when you’re out here giving out gold, then trying to snatch it back?”

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

“Yeah, you feel too good to let go,” he mumbled. “I’m going to take care of your heart, too, Pea.”

This morning, I woke up mad and single. Now I was fucked and in a relationship. How does that happen?

I was deadly on any given day, so fucking with my love could cause a family annihilation.

Me: War! I know you didn’t do what I think you did! My Man: What! I swear I pulled out this morning!

now. God’s about to give me twin sons after this shit.

“War, kill him.” He didn’t have to say shit else. What my son wants, my son gets.

My wife gave me marching orders and I can’t even come home until that bitch ain’t breathing,” he revealed.

“Pea, what you about to do, or think you’re about to do, rather?” She stopped her task to look up at me. “I’m about to kill a nigga. What you about to do?”

I get it, the doctor said I needed to take it easy. Well, shooting a bitch in the head didn’t take too much effort.