Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
This is fire. I’ve been looking for you all my life. Trust me, I see you too, boo. This is what I will run home to. She is the ice in my cup. She is absolutely da buzz of my Patron. This is all the alcohol I will ever need. She’s more than a glass to hold.
After Mz. Hazel left Brutha couldn’t get her out of his mind. He wanted to send for her return. I want to take off her clothes, place her on the bed and go low, lick her entire body real slow, and taste all of her sweetness. Driving Mz Hazel When she met him she was
Sweet Tooth He skated through life on his looks and charm. Like a woman things came easy to him. He kept in shape. He jogged 2 miles a day, exercised at home and worked out at the local gym where he’d meet women handing out his calling card. He’d do about 500 push-ups per day,
Raheem the ladies dream, said the girls like him cause he keeps it 100. I’m a real dude my G and the women respect that. Nahmean! He said. You know how I do. I’m a in and out type of dude. I don’t lay in shyt. When you lay you sleep and you know sleep
I often wonder about the monotonous lifestyle some people live and encounter. I consciously ponder more about women that inherit Sisyphus Lot and how heavy the weight of reality must have been for my neighbor Tracey, a single mother of three and pregnant, again. This woman played a vital role in my youth from a
One morning I was in the bathroom and had gotten out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. My 5’ 9” & 210lbs frame was truly becoming not a sexy look and in fact becoming a health risk. On the real, I didn’t like what I was looking at and knew a
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 