Lessons From A Hidden Treasure: An Interlude

by Antoinette Sherell

“Well, maybe he should think more and talk less to give his slow brain more time to catch up.”

P. The day I get that call ‘bout you, is the day I’ll forget every good part of myself that Whoop brought out of me, on gang. Saving you is saving us, my nigga.”

Even when you want to crawl into a hole and never come out of that bitch, bite down your feelings. The best way to keep from crying is to laugh through the bullshit.”

“My mom told me that crying is good for the soul,”

“I heard that about chicken noodle soup, too, but when’s the last time you ate that shit, Treasure? My sauce is better. Now, let me teach you how to smoke this bad bitch, Mary Jane.”

Smoking is like sex. It ain’t good until you know what the fuck you’re doing.

“I can’t explain it, Bird, but you definitely ain’t no fucking fluke. My twin flame, fasho. You just shine brighter, so I gotta keep following your light until mine ain’t as dim.”

“Treasure is mine, manman. I can touch her if I want.” “The hell if she is! She’s a good girl. Me and your father love her, so leave her be.”

“Tell that hoe if she ain’t first place, then she’s dead last.”

“I like that what we may, or may not have, isn’t out in the open for everyone to judge or tear apart. I like not having a million different opinions of him in my head that conflict with what I know. Pierre is selfish with me, and I kind of like that too because it just means I’m too precious for him to share.