Vanilla Niggah


It's after lunch and I give you a cigarette .
You ask me If I want to follow you to the store later.

I promise, I answer.

Melissa says I'm a Vanilla Niggah and we're laughing in the shadows of our smokey breaths.


It's december. Not that cold down south.


I play them a song called:

follow


Melissa touches the surrounded window with her index finger.


At the first she writes:

Poo-poo


We're laughing in the shadows of our smokey breaths,

then she put her hand on the glass and I scream:

High Five Melissa.


It's after lunch and you've finished your cigarette.

Melissas hand is still on that window. It's december.


I'm a Vanilla Niggah.







Poetry by woodhood
Read 567 times
Written on 2008-12-11 at 15:15

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