Not Another Thug Story

by Desiree M. Granger

Love is when you can see, feel, and hear it. If one of those senses is off, it ain’t love.

I expect doors to open for me, chairs to be pulled back. To be treated like royalty. Maybe that’s why I’ve been single for a minute. No real men left in Atlanta unless they were gay.

I was spoiled naturally so for someone to play into it, always put a smile on my face.

I want dates, movie nights. Time spent together, I like to cuddle, and talk on the phone. I want all of that. Then, and only then will sex be part of it once I feel a spiritual, emotional, and mental connection with you, you understand?”

Women can be vicious creatures when they see another woman happy. I refuse.