Absolute Fulfillment

by Kennedy B.

He looked like a hoe, the best type too. That one who would have you waiting for him to bail you outta county because you smashed his windshield for talking to another girl. That type.

You’re handsome, Rennix, but I promise I’m not your cup of tea. I’m crazy, baby. The voices in my head make me bad for a man like you.”

“I’on know about that, lil thug. You ain’t ’bouta be walking around with me cocked like a thirty-eight.”

“Me, but you in denial, scared you might just fuck around and like it over here.”

“What is absolute fulfillment? Being fulfilled in every aspect of your life: career-wise, emotionally, physically, and most of all, mentally. Most people don’t reach absolute fulfillment, but they get pretty damn close because they pick and choose what is most important to them.”

“You ain’t never had a reason to question shit when it came to me, even when we wasn’t fucking. So don’t start now, and that challenging shit, wrap it the fuck up within two to three business days, ’cause that ain’t even for us. I tell you something; it’s for your own good. You hear me?”

“Life too short to be waiting on appropriate timeframes to do shit. If I tell you today or tomorrow I want you to carry my kids, I mean just that. I’m a real nigga, Caya. If for some reason you think you gonna leave me alone, then I’ma get your head checked and your ass committed. I ain’t got time to be playing with it.”

“Even in my stillness, you make my soul feel like it’s flying.”

“Are you? I forgot all about that shit, but it doesn’t much matter because nothing manmade can stand against what’s put into motion by God.”

“Because my whole fucking heart belongs to you. And I’m on some no take backsies type of shit like Adonis. So I’ma ask again, but use a different word. Are you fulfilled…with me?”