Butterfly 3

by Ashley Antoinette

“Yo, love!” he shouted after her. Her feet stopped moving, and she looked back. “I dig the shirt. You should go back to wherever you got it from and cop another one,” he said. It was his shirt. A shirt she’d gotten from his loft because she didn’t have clothes there.

He hated that women did this. Compared. Measured.

Ms. Marilyn was the real gangster between them.

I am not sure if waiting for Morgan to figure it out is fair to Meek. The idea is slick toxic

Morgan out here leveling killers with her words. My God this one hurt though I feel so bad for Messiah

Messari is my favorite out of everyone period.

Ahmeek is love in action ... I just don't know how he is so perfect but he is.