City of Ink’s Art Show is in the plans for next weekend…
…she always calls when she’s sick…every. single. time. i mean i even deleted her from my phone…all that shit…so she calls right…here i am waiting on a job opportunity to call…and not recalling her number by memory…i answer thinking its the job opp…wrong!…it’s her…she sounds terrible…she just left the E.R. with another one of her migraine attacks…and she calls me…smh…her mom…and ME!…i tell ya…my love for you wasn’t enough when we were together…but you get sick…and all of a sudden it is again…because you know well think i’ll come running…take care of you…make it all better…because that’s what i do …well what i used to do…for you…but now…shit aint the same…i mean i hate you’re sick…im not that ratchet…but im not yours anymore…call ‘her’ to kiss your boo-boo’s…im all out of kisses for you…*dusts hands off*…and so it is! and so it shall be!
P.S. now i have her plugged in my phone as DNA (Do Not Answer) along with the other tainted souls