Can't Be Broken

by Mel Dau

“Teddy, feel better, dumb ass.”

When he drove off, Fancy said that we’re going to take that nigga down!”

See, I was the type of nigga that didn’t have screws loose. God just saw fit to not even give me those muthafuckas. I haven’t really had to pop out my unhinged side in a while. I honestly didn’t think that I would have to when it came to a female. Something about Whimsy Taylor already told me that I would be out here sticking niggas with cyanide needles if I found out that she was out here frolicking.

I went over to dap Zion up, but his rude ass just looked at my hand. “Stay up or down depending on how tonight shapes up for you.”

Im weak

“Goodnight, Taiti,” she said after she bent down and hugged her. Taiti looked at me like she had beef or some shit. I’ll kick a fucking dog. The

“I’m going to marry your ass and put a baby in you before the year is out. We gonna send that bitch nigga and his gremlin a postcard.