One Eighty Too

by Charity Shane

“Stop fussing and kiss your nigga,”

“I hope you know I’ll hold you forever if that’s what you’re on.”

I don’t know why hoes think calling me fat is an insult. I love every damn inch of my body and I’ve never had a problem catching a man’s eye. My womanly body is clearly their insecurity because it damn sho’ isn’t mine.

“You look thoroughly fucked, happy, and gorgeous.”

“Why would you say that shit? I want to marry you. We are never breaking the fuck up,”

“It is that deep. You always joke like that and it’s not funny, Brie. Wanting to spend the rest of my life with you ain’t funny at all.”

They are the type of men who love their women hard and do whatever it takes to keep their girls happy.

“I’m always trying to be all up in your space. It’s my favorite place.”

He’s all man in every way and he will not hesitate to put anyone down that disrespects me. But in total contrast, he’s gentle and affectionate with me.

“I fumbled twice and put you in danger and I’m not doing that shit again. I’m protecting mine. Until that nigga is found and dead, I’m taking you wherever you need to go.”

My big, strong, aggressive, boss ass man is very tender, loving, and caring.

“Marry me.” While simpering, more tears fall from her eyes as she replies, “I definitely will.”

I’m ready to make it one hundred percent official with her. I don’t have a life without her.

I’m ready to move the hell on and marry my girl. It’s past due for Brie Barnes to be Brie Black.