Rhythm's Blues

by Kimberly Brown

Fuck that. I may not be seen but claim me.

My wife needed to be beautiful, inside and out. I didn’t give a fuck if she was beautiful to anybody else. She could be a five to the world and a ten to me.

“Something tells me that even if one woman tells you no, there are ten others that will say yes. Your heart will be just fine.”

“Don’t try, just do it. Sweet nothings will always be sweet nothings if ain’t no action behind those words. If it’s one thing I know, you can never trust a nigga’s words. Show and prove, baby.”

He told me I was seeing what I wanted to see. Why the fuck would I want to see the man I loved be all over another woman? Make it make sense.

“You mean you enjoyed my company without having me cumming all over myself?”

“You realize that you don’t have to accept the versions of people who no longer align with who you are, right? People change and grow at different paces. Sometimes you outgrow them, even if you love them.

Don’t get

so comfortable having people in your life that you don’t know when it’s...

If you aren’t happy with yourself, we can’t be happy together.”

“Him following you after dark is plenty

reason. I just wanna talk. Fist to face.”

“Baby, people have a way of bringing the worst out of you, especially for likes and views.”

I loved when he cooked for me. It was like someone’s grandmother entered his spirit, and he cooked with the guidance of his ancestors.

“If you don’t let people know that they got you fucked up, who else will?”