Infidelity in Chi-Town
It's 4 AM, and she takes his 9-inch weapon and shoves it inside her 4 to 5-inch-tight hole. The owner of this weapon, Raquan, is "happily" married to a beautiful Puerto Rican named Carmen. Raquan and Carmen are expecting their first kid together, and Raquan swore he was leaving his cheating habits in the past after meeting her 6 years ago. After all, he always told himself and his friends that if he met a Latina, he wouldn't cheat at all. Latinas were perfect in his eyes. From their culture to the way they fucked in the bed, everything about them was just right. How exactly is he going to explain this nonsense, no good-loving sex to his wife? The woman whom he sleeps with, though, is one of his childhood friends named Jessica. Jessica weighs about 125 and stands at nothing but 5 foot 2 inches. Her lips and body complement the way she walks and talks. She isn't a Latina but instead is a mix between the devil and that Khalifa chick from the hub. Raquan was a faithful husband until he finished his 10th day at his new job, Chicago Steel. He had been dead from pushing steel through this tight yard and, after work, decided to get some gas to get back to his pregnant wife. He saw Jessica at the Golo on Martin Luther King St. They started chatting
Raquan pulls the door and walks inside, and Jessica is already staring from afar. "You just gonna stare or speak," Jessica says.
Raquan looks at the two watermelons on her chest, imagines all the things he could do with them, but pictures his wife and expected child. Raquan shakes his head from side to side and smiles. He looks at Jessica's face.
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"Wassup Jessica, how's life and everything with you," Raquan says nervously. Winking and smiling back at Raquan, she's like, "nun much, you know, just trynna survive and live my life. Imma nurse now up at Southlake and just got off my 9-hour shift. I was just getting some gas so I could drive my tired ass home and have some gas in the morning to take my son to school
Raquan: Duh, she's a nurse; how didn't I notice the scrubs she was wearing. I know why; it's cuz them big ass
Jessica brings Raquan back to life.
"Hellooooo, you okay? I'm standing right here! What you doing out this late?" She yells with irritation.
Raquan: I'm trynna get back to my wife. Naw, I'm not gone say that. Why let her know I'm married after 8 years. Fuck bro, what imma say
"Just got off work at Chicago Steel. I'm 'bout tired as fuck tho. Ready to go to bed with my…"
He pauses and then finishes his sentence.
"dog," he says with zero confidence.
Jessica gets a little closer to Raquan, but not too close. There is no one in this gas station besides the clerk behind the glass and the aisles of sweets and junk.
"I'm dead. What happened to you? You just ghosted me for some odd reason since the start of high school," she says curiously
"Well, I started working a couple jobs here and there with my pops, then I decided to go to trade school, and here I am now working at Chicago Steel. Also, no more bad guy, I'm a new person," Raquan replies.
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Jessica: That's all you gone say. Look at me right now and ask me if I wanna fuck, like them creeps in my DM's. For you, Quan, I will say yes. I'm single, and I bet you are too, with yo fine ass.
8 years ago,10 months before graduating high school, Jessica and Raquan stopped speaking because Jessica started dating one of Raquan's enemies. Raquan, in his cheating bad boy days, had been a well-known Vice Lord in the streets of Chiraq, and her new dude was part of the Gangster Disciples, a rival gang of his. After constantly telling her to break up with him because he didn't respect this nigga, she stayed and, of course, had a kid with the son of bitch. Raquan never mentioned that the dude she was with at the time was a Gangster Disciple, and Jessica had no clue. Eventually, after the child's birth, the father of the child died, leaving Jessica to care for her child alone, along with the help of her mother, while she attended Illinois University. The growing number of deaths from gang violence in Chicago left Raquan to leave his Vice Lord days behind him and make a new life after he graduated high school. This, combined with being shot in the shoulder, influenced his decision to become a changed man.
He met Carmen in Menards while buying his father's landscaping business supplies. She had the body of a goddess, wearing tight jeggings, and her lips looked like they could suck a golf ball through a water hose. She displayed a Menard's name tag on her chest on top of her blue vest.
"Hola gata (Hey cutie), I'm looking for the sheets of drywall and tu número (Your number)," Raquan says, trying to flirt. Raquan had picked up some Spanish from that Duolingo app and a couple reggaeton songs.
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Carmen laughs and hits him back with a “oh, habla´ un poco e´pañol. ¡Que lindo, tratando ´e coquetear conmigo! (Oh, you speak a little Spanish. How Cute, trynna to flirt with me!)"
She shouts with sarcasm.
Raquan looks at her with a squished look on his face and questions her.
"What you talmbout? Tell me what you said," he says with curiosity
"Don't worry 'bout it. The drywall is over there in aisle A-6," Replies Carmen
Carmen: Si este cabrón no me pregunta pa´ mi número de nuevo (If this dude don’t ask me for my number again.)
Raquan: I feel like I can get her number, but ion know.
Carmen watches as Raquan walks towards the aisle she sent him to and suddenly gets this weird feeling. The wind from the Dior Sauvage on Raquan's body controls her like some puppet, and she can't help but get his attention again
Carmen with her mind still in Spanish is like “vuélvame, ¿cómo se llama? O sea (I mean),
What's your name? Come here!"
He returns to her presence and now gives her the attention she wants. They exchange each other's numbers, Raquan leaves her space with the scent of Dior, and they go on their first date a couple days later.
When they had sex the first time, it was just amazing, and Raquan knew he wasn't leaving after the first time because it lasted so long and consisted of 8 positions and multiple orgasms from both. The two, indeed, were like pornstars without all the cameras
However, they once uploaded a 56-second video to the phub, which got over 100,000 views. They didn't make anything from it; it was taken down after 2 months.
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While all this was happening, Jessica had been in college. She had made a name for herself there, joining the various clubs and having massive success as treasurer and secretary for Eta Phi Pi. With college and having to care for her child, Jessica didn't have the time for any boyfriends or any "dick appointments," as the girls were calling them in her sorority. After college, she began working as a full-time nurse and was making enough money to pay for daycare and things of that nature. She got fucked countless times with all her free time late at night and after work with some of the men on the various dating apps like Tinder, Hinge, and Bumble. Jessica didn't get fucked the best and so she faked all 150 orgasms from these guys she deemed "boring" and "tool-less."
She once fucked some 41-year-old dude who made a living by selling Exotic cars.
"You like that, don't yuh? Take that, take that, take that, umhum," This man said while groaning.
Jessica: Is he ´bout to cum already? It's been 15 seconds
Jessica starts to throw it back harder and faster on the dude
"Oh, my fuck-ing gosh, I am go-ing to cummmmm!! Harder! Harder!" Jessica exaggerates dramatically.
There are two types of orgasms in the end: The real thing from the middle-aged man and the other from Jessica, which imitates that real thing. It lasts 42 seconds in the infamous doggy-style position. The man leaves, and this marks down another one-night stand in Jessica's book of "tool-less" men.
Back at the Gas station, Jessica bites her bottom lip as she glances at Raquan's face. Looking him up and down, she asks him a thoughtful question.
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"Have you been seeing anyone, like who u been fucking? I remember all those girls you fucked back in high school. You were so nasty and bad. You used to tell me everything.
Tell me," She asks with her arms crossed.
"I..," Raquan says before being interrupted by a phone call.
Looking down, he sees that it's his 2-month pregnant wife, Carmen.
"Wait. I'll tell you after this call. Stay right there," Raquan says in a rush
Jessica stays inside the gas station and gets on her phone while Raquan runs outside by the icebox machine on the side of the gas station.
“¿Qué ´ta haciendo mi amol? No me siento bien. ¡Te necesito Ahorita y me duele el estómago! (What are you doing babe? I don’t feel good. I need you right now and my stomach hurts.)” Carmen says in a soft but loud tone.
Jessica gets off her phone, puts it in her pocket, and tries to listen to Carmen and Raquan's conversation. She stands with the door cracked open as she tries her hardest to overhear who she already believes is another woman on the phone with Raquan.
Jessica: Who is he talking to? Maybe it's that girl that he's fucking, or prolly it's his mom. No, it can't be. It's that girl he's fucking, I already know.
The call continues.
“Mi amor, estaré allí pronto y voy a traer algo para el dolor. Lo siento mucho mi reina.
(Baby, imma be there soon with something for the pain. I'm so sorry, my queen.)" Raquan responds with reassurance
“Okay, besos, ten cuidado papi. (Okay, kisses, be careful, baby.)" Carmen says.
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The two kisses through the phone and hung up. Raquan returns to the gas station, where Jessica is waiting by the door still cracked open. She notices him coming.
Jessica: He knows Spanish, what the fuck, so mysterious. Who is he fucking. He coming this way! Let me look like I'm doing something.
Walking towards the door, Raquan now has Jessica making circles around the aisles, looking for things she doesn't want to buy. Her love-making levels are high, and her juices are flowing all through her body. Raquan walks in, and the clerk looks at him with annoyance.
"Are you going to buy something or fuck the girl in the aisle? Make up your mind!" the clerk shouts.
Jessica laughs as she inspects the bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, but deep down, she knows what she wants. She knows what she has a taste for.
"There you are, Jessica. What are you doing over here in the chip aisle? Are you buyin' 'em
or what?" Raquan says while smiling
"Boy, be quiet, yesss, imma buy 'em," She replies.
Raquan: Let me get this medicine and get outta here, 'fore my wife kills me.
Raquan goes over to an aisle and grabs some Tums. Jessica looks at Raquan and walks closer. Her ass slightly swipes against Raquan's 6'3 frame.
"Tums, what you getting that for? You sick or some shit?" Jessica questions
"Yea, my stomach is killing me. Ion knows what it is, but it hurts," Raquan says confidently.
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"You want me to rub it like that one day you got a stomachache after eating all that food at the Chinese Buffet when we were in middle school."
Raquan smirks with glued lips.
Raquan: She jokin' right. Gotta be.
"Is that a yes or no?" She reiterates
Raquan: Fuck, I gotta get back to mi amor. Why do I feel this way tho'?
"You okay? You don't have to be shy. We've known each other since we were kids," she says while standing on the side of Raquan.
"I gotta get bac…"
Raquan's words are terminated by the silky hands of Jessica rubbing all over his abdomen.
"Like that, right?" She questions Raquan.
She makes her way to his crotch and starts stroking him up and down between the aisle of condoms and medicine
Jessica: Damn, it's big!
Raquan grabs her hand, takes it from his crotch, and comes to a quick pause, then the clerk
tells them to leave or buy something. It has been 20 minutes since they arrived inside Golo, and they still haven't bought anything. Raquan walks over to the counter, pays for the Tums, and puts 25 on pump 5. He walks out to pump his gas. Jessica puts 35 on pump 2 and follows right after Raquan. A vast, discolored stain is between the thigh area of her scrubs. Jessica stalks Raquan from 10 feet as he pumps his gas.
Jessica: All the things he could do to me. All the different positions and that fucking dick.
Oh, my fucking god.
Raquan: Honestly, that felt good, but I'm married.
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"Wanna fuck!" Jessica yells from her spot.
Raquan: Yes, I mean, no, I can't do that.
Jessica walks like a dog in heat to Raquan's Carbonized Camaro. Raquan finished pumping his gas and looked into Jessica's eyes. Her eyes are all black and sparkling in the corner. Her hair blows in the wind while her breasts bounce and swing from left to right on her chest. Raquan starts to get hard. Jessica begins eating the lips of Raquan. He doesn't stop it. Jessica pushes Raquan into his Camaro and gets on top of him. She is now grinding on his tool. He doesn't stop it. Still, no one shows up. She unbuttons his navy-blue collared shirt. Still, he doesn't stop it. Gently, he puts his right hand around her neck while she closes the door with her free hand.
"I wanna taste it, Daddy," she moans.
"Gone head," he replies
The zipper of his pants isn't unzipped but is ripped off instead. Jessica spits on it, gives it a couple pumps, and starts sucking the skin off it. Raquan's left-hand rests on her head while he uses his right hand to rub her clitoris like a disc jockey. The feeling of sticky glaze is all over his hands. She stops sucking after 30 seconds while her dark eyes roll back like she is being exorcised. Her mouth is covered in love-slob and lipstick. Raquan plays with her clitoris a little more before devouring her hole. She has already cum twice. It's not over yet, people! Finally, she takes his 9-inch weapon and shoves it inside her 4 to 5-inch-tight hole. 5 minutes have already passed, and both fuckers’ clothes are now ripped off. The car creates an earthquake, and the clerk looks out the window.
Clerk: Holy, Crap!
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"HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FASTER, MAKE ME
CUMMMM DADDYY PLEASEEEE!!!!" She cries with real and happy tears this time.
"You like that, huh? You gone take this dick, mhmmmm!" He says with confidence. The strokes go from slow to fast, hard to soft, and they switch from multiple positions. In 30 minutes, the two have amassed about 8 orgasms and 5 positions. 7 real orgasms for Jessica and 1 for Raquan.
"How'd you like it? Best you ever had, huh?" She asks. Raquan: It was decent
"Most def, but I have to get home," Raquan replies.
Jessica: I should ask him is he single. Nah, I'm not gone do that.
Jessica puts on her clothes, gives Raquan a cum kiss and her number so they can stay in contact. He saves it, and they make sure they have the correct number by sending each other a quick text. Raquan looks at the time. It is 5:00 AM, and he was supposed to be home already, but instead, he committed an unfaithful act.
He drives home in this guilty state of mind. He doesn't know if he should lie or tell the truth to his wife, Carmen. On the way home, he gets a text from Jessica just 10 minutes after the porn they created that reads:
Jessica: I MISS THAT DICK ALREADY, DADDYYY!! (followed by an eggplant emoji)
With the Tums in his hand, Raquan arrives at his house and unlocks the half-broken top lock on his concrete door. Gently, he tip-toes in the house so he wouldn’t wake up Carmen, and although Raquan feels guilty, Raquan still knows who he loves. When he investigates
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his room, he sees his "amor" and kisses the top of her forehead with his wet lips. He gets some clothes, a rag, and a towel out for a quick shower to wipe off all the sins. Raquan is about to shower when he hears a ding from the coffee table beside his bed. Wondering what it is, he leaves the bathroom and begins to hear a couple more dings, then realizes it's Carmen's phone. He flips it over, grasps the phone in his hand, and this is what he sees: 2 new messages
Vanessa: Girl, I'm so excited for you and Raquan!
Vanessa: when you have the baby shower lmk!!!
Raquan returns to his shower and starts thinking about the sex with Jessica. Shaking his head, he tries to forget it but can't. Sex is not something that could be forgotten about so quickly, especially if it was with a girl who was your friend at one time. After 20 minutes of steaming hell, he finishes his shower, puts on his boxers, and goes to bed.
Carmen questions his whereabouts in the morning while they munch down on frosted flakes and well-done toast in the dining room
Carmen is like, "What happened last night? I thought you were going to be home a little earlier and before I fell asleep, mi amol," she questions. Raquan: Damn, what should I do-tell her the truth or lie.
"I got caught in some traffic on my way to you, mi amor," He reassures her. "Okay, mi amol. Solo quería saber. (Okay baby. I just wanted to know.)" She replies.
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Just like that, Raquan lies to a woman he promised he wouldn't cheat on. Now, every day, he wakes up feeling guilty, like he has committed murder. He sees Jessica everywhere and occasionally sees her face on Carmen's head. When he and Carmen fuck, he sees Jessica. When he sees a message from anyone who texts him, he remembers Jessica's text that was sent to him after the sex, which he deleted. It has been 2 years since he cheated, and as much as Raquan wants to forget, he can't. Death, dementia, or any memory disease won't rid him of this guilty disease of fooling around, and he will forever be haunted beyond death.
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Infidelity in Chicago Draft
As I drive down Georgia street from working a long late shift at Chicago Steel, with a cigarette in my mouth and a bottle of Hennessey in the passenger seat, I start thinking. I’m thinking ‘bout my fucking wife, Carmen, like why the fuck am I still married to this slut if she fucked anotha dude. Gotta be cause the sex or the way she speaks that Puerto Rican Spanish to me when we fuck and when she is pissed or worried. She fucks like a Pornstar and reminds me of that Violet Myers chick in bed. Me and Carmen been married for 3 years and she 18 years older than me. She 41 but looks like she in her early 20s. The two of us gotta 2-year-old together. His name Juan, but Carmen always call em “Juanito”, named after Carmen’s late father, Juan.
I park in an empty parking lot of a CITGO on Martin Luther King Drive and start thinking about the time me and her met
We met at a gym called STARE-ROIDS, when I was 14. She told me she was like 18 at the time and I went wit it. I remember vividly the way she was explaining and showing me
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how to do a squat. Carmen, being a personal trainer was like, “You wanna make sure your back isn’t arched like that zorra in your bed at night”. I asked her “the fuck that mean” and she was like “your bitch or slut”. I quickly snapped back wit a “oh you got jokes huh, Ion fuck with sluts, but I guess”. She was like “¿Comó?, what do you mean you guess? I then switched the subject, and we started chatting about random shit. She was telling me she gotta dude but it didn’t seem like it the way she was talking to me. And a couple months after that we were fucking on the down low then when I turned 16, we started dating
Anyways, as I’m sitting, reminiscing about this moment, Carmen calls my phone. “¿Dónde ´ta cabrón? ´Toy preocupa´a y Juanito necesita ma´ leche!”, she says to me in that sexy and quick accent. I calmly yell at her “Ion know what you yappin bout but I’m on ma way! Then she yells back saying, “where the fuck you at Dashawn? I’m worried and your son needs some milk! I bark back, saying that I’m at the gas station getting it now and gone be on my way. I can’t stand that she’s like this and doesn’t know that I know that she fucked her co-worker in an alley.
At least that’s what my homie, Quan, told me 2 days ago. I remember he said “bro, yo wife out here for the streets, just seen her bent over getting crushed by her co-worker in the alley way between dollar general and family dollar.” It just irritated me the way Quan
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explained it. He was like “She got fucked so bad, she walked away limping and shedding tears of makeup from her face.”
I leave my truck running, get out and approach the door of the gas station. The wind from outside makes it hard for me to open that bitch so I yank the handle, and it breaks. “Excuse me, you must pay for that sir”, the clerk yells. I ask him how much and he tells me “100 dolla”. I walk to the back of the gas station where the milk is, pick it up and get some skittles and an Arizona by the snapback hats that they sell. Then I pay for my shit and give the clerk his 100 dollars he wanted. Fuck me, I’m thinking as I gave him the money, but ion care cause I got other things on my mind like my unfaithful wife.
When I walk out, this prostitute is waiting outside. She is a chocolate baddy holding a sign that says “I’ll do anything you want me to do with you for 2 hours for 500. I get back in my truck and try to call Quan to tell em bout this crazy shit, but he don’t answer. I sit there, thinking bout the opportunity. But then again, I am thinking bout my wife and how I’m not gone do her like she did me. The prostitute had to be bout 5 foot 3 and had an ass like something outta playboy magazine. Her hair is tied back in a bun, and she wore bright and provocative clothes. On her shoulder she carries a louis bag but it look empty. I have 300 in my fucking glovebox but need anotha 200. Careless thoughts of fucking this chick get the best of me. I’m thinking bout all the things I can do to this whore. I’m thinking bout my unfaithful wife back at home who cheated on me. Fuck it, imma do it. I hop out the car, walk up to her, and tell her my plans: “Yo, let’s make a movie, gotta send it to my wife”.
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“You got 5 hunnit”, she ask me. “Nah just 3 hunnit”, I tell her. “That ain’t gone work baby, I need 5”, she says. “Ight, wait right here, imma go in the gas station real quick and get 2 hunnit from this machine.” As I walk again to the door to open it, I forget that there is no handle, so I can’t get in. I start banging on it, waiting for the clerk to open it. He finally opens it and I walk over to ATM by the chips isle on the right side by the entrance. The clerk stares at me like imma rob the place. Like imma kill em or sum. I guess its cause im wearing all black and a work jacket that’s also dark. I look at em and say, “you aint gotta worry bro, I got money”. He gives a fuck you type smirk back. I stick my card in and press the numbers to get my 200. The ATM fee is 6.50, but I ain’t give a fuck. I walk out that bitch and give her the money. She enters my truck, and we drive to anotha spot.
I take her to this abandoned mall plaza 5 minutes away. My wife calls again but I ain’t answer this time. “You gone answer yo wife, she asks me”. I’m like nah and I hang up. I start to change my mind about this shit and pause for a lil bit, starting to think about the time my son was born. Everything was great. No cheating, nun that shit. “You ready or what”, the prostitute slaps me out of it. “Yea of course”. We fuck, I record it, and I send it to Carmen. It don’t send all the way. The video is 30 minutes long, filled with all kinds of positions, kinks, and screams. It’s bout 3:30 AM and I’m surprised my wife hasn’t called back. I drop the prostitute back off at that CITGO on Martin Luther King Drive. The video still not sent. I’m sitting in my car, thinking bout deleting it and then try but can’t. It’s saying error. “Fucking dumb phone”, I shout out loud to myself.
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I get this call, I think it’s my wife, but when I pick it up and look at my phone it’s not her.
It says no caller ID
“Is this the husband of Carmen Johnson”, a deep voice grumbles at me
“Yea, it’s me”
“This is the lead detective at the Chicago Police Department, and we have been working tirelessly to find the rapist of your wife from 2 days ago. We’ve finally found him”
“What are you talm bout sir?!”
“Your wife, Carmen Johnson, has been raped by a man named Jaquan Scott and we now have him in custody. He has been raping women left and right in the city of Chicago and your wife was one of his victims. Your wife was going to tell you but felt like I should let you know instead.”
I hang up the phone and look at my reflection in my blank phone. “What the fuck have I done to my life, to my kid back at home, to my wife. Why didn’t I talk with her beforehand about this? FUCK FUCKKKK FUCKKKK YOU QUAN!!!!” My phone dings a notification: *Your video has been seen*. She calls and I am like a teen on Xanax, lost, zombified, still staring at my reflection in my phone as one tear falls down my cheek cause I’m the bad guy, the slut, and above all the true cheater in this relationship.
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La Discoteca Draft #2
The reggaetón blended with the intense bursts of witch magic vibrates the room.
The wavering wand music in the air screams.
It goes on while the pressured, possessed pupils chug death
Until they drop dead on the floor, to be carried by their friends, who
Are also filled with dark magic.
I’m in the naked corner, rocking, pulsing, as “Gatas” by Rauw Alejandro strikes and posseses me.
A witch pushes me to dance with a Latina.
We dance until the clock punches one more minute onto 1:59 P.M., and
Then, possessively, we dance out of the discoteca like two hungry demons.
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Megan Draft
After one ends another one shows.
You like them now,
But they come and go.
This one is different tho.
You tell yourself, but how do you know.
There’s no true beginning
To a horrible ending
For these relationships, at least so soon.
After just 4 weeks, she leaves like the first.
She leaves from you like a hibernated bear,
While you cry in despair, as she gets conquered
By the guy who lives upstairs.
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Bailando Bachata con Una Gata Draft
People call her Lina, but she tells me Angelina.
She owls me down as she puts those soft hands around my neck.
Angelina sways those hips on me as the bachata in the arena
Lifts us up from the floor like being raised by a deck.
We smother each other with kisses while Imitadora plays.
She smiles and I smile before returning to that 1, 2, 3, tap.
We go front to back, do a square rotation, then sideways.
Both of us are in step and unison like we both have the map
To bachata and its foundation, bachata has stimulated the beat of her heart.
Then, she gives a loud whisper in my ear saying, “te quiero”
And this time only my heart produces a kickstart.
She loves me but we just met and I’m not her superhero.
The bachata is strong enough to make a woman say things
But don’t bathe in the lies of that woman by all means.
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Mixed Draft #1
If you’re Black, you are like a forever criminal.
There are different shades, but you’re still black.
You are the beast, the black bear, the boogeyman beneath the bed.
You are the one
Who stole the cookies out of the cookie jar.
You are always the antagonist
Because you’re black.
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I am Black!
No, I am white!
I am Black!
No, I am Mexican!
I am Black!
No, I am Myself?
Mixed Draft #2
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