Heavenly wore a green thong on the stage each night. She loved the way it matched her eyes, gave her chocolate skin a glow, and signaled a green light for the men in the audience. But more importantly, she loved the way it matched her favorite thing–money, honey. And she made a lot of it.… Continue reading Dollar Bills.
He sat at the bar with his buddies, hovering over a watered-down shot of patron he’s been taking sips of all night. His friends were taking shot after shot after shot, but he was working on the same shot and bottle of beer all night. She didn’t like him to drink. She was supposed to… Continue reading Different Shades of Black.
He stared at me, hidden and protected by all the dropped heads looking at their phones in the crowd. He looked like an officer, but most white men do to me. He had a gun snuggling against his hip though. But he didn’t have a uniform on, just a faded shirt that said FBI: Female… Continue reading Black-handed