Ethic 3

by Ashley Antoinette

The truth needed no time to manufacture.

“I told you. I’m over that shit. I’m not doing shit. Let that beef die with him, it ain’t mine to iron out.” ​She held her breath, feeling like she was out of place. She didn’t know if she should walk in to interrupt or stay put. Messiah had ceased talking, but she was sure it was only to listen. ​“Fuck family,” his voice hissed. “I’m done with all that. Only family I need is sitting under my roof right now. I’m out. You want it done so bad, do it yourself.”

The only person he had ever considered family was in a grave. He had relatives, never family, that’s why it was so easy for him to say fuck anybody. Fuck everybody. Except her.

He could see a mini version of them, hopefully a boy because a girl would bring him karma like a mu’fucka. He wouldn’t mind a little homie that he would name Nazim. He was already wishing.

Morgan was the sun

“Trust me enough to know I won’t lead you toward anything that would hurt you. Love me enough to find God through me.

Little girls have Prince Charming, grown women with melanin skin now have Ethic Okafor and he is a king.