Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
When she entered the main entrance lobby Brutha could smell her perfume before she walked into view. She hadn’t gotten around the corner before the hairs on the back of his neck stood on its end. The sound of her heels gently hitting across the marble floor revealed she was not a heavy chick, breaking
Cookie Some people drink milk and with their cake and cookies. Just so you know, this chick blends ice cream, cake and cookies and call it a smoothie. 5’-4”, 265lbs and growing, I mean evolving and get this, her nick name is Cookie. WTF! More like The Cookie Monsta. If another woman name her child
I can’t breathe right now cause she’s gone, home. When you think you have time to reach out to a family member to tell them you love them. When you put it off saying to yourself “I’ll call tomorrow”. God sends his angels and you are left with regrets and a blank stare. A transition
He was cool and smooth when you met him right? And you knew he was already with someone else. Ring or no ring he told you the deal. Yet you still played the game. You heard him loud and clear but you decided to ignore the most important part. You had seen him from a
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 