Troubled Waters

by Zee Reneé

I melted like that black hairline spray the niggas be wearing as lace fronts.

“Yo third toe crooked. Mutha’fucka bouncing left to right and letting the shoulder lean, damn. You broke that bitch before or sum?”

Before I could finish my sentence, he placed a soft, but firm, kiss on my forehead. Like a pair of high heels from Shein on a hot summer day, I melted.

I want a soft life. A stress-free life filled with true happiness surrounded by people that I love.

I snatched her up and put her back in the car, slamming the door hard as hell once she settled in.

Kylo was riding back and forth shirtless on a green and yellow lawnmower. On his head was a straw hat paired with khaki pants and boots.

“You’re worthy of it.”