green & red peppers, while tossing them into the pan of lamb chops.
“Mom, I did not go to a filthy club. I went to Eden’s
Lounge to perform,” I lied regarding her dead in the eyes. “Why would you not inform me?”
“Because it was an R&B showcase and I know you &
pops don’t like me singing nonspiritual music.”
“And you are right! Your father will not approve of this,
son. Such a disadvantage your brother attempted to rap in the
forsaken industry & failed. We raised Dante to be a man of God
& he rebelled against the teachings & worshiped Satan. In return,
they chewed Dante and spit him back out! Is that what you want
to happen to you, as well?”
“No ma’am—I just…”
“Well good, you possess better common sense than your
brother. Please be a good boy and stay away from that music,”
she demanded pointing the butcher knife in the air.
“The exact reason I did not inform you and dad.
Whoever told you I was in the club area need to mind their
business. Any smart person would know they have to walk past
the Hippo in order to access Eden’s Lounge.”
“Well only for me to know, son. You should be more
concerned about how you’re going to explain the trash you
consider music to Patrick! I knew we should not allow you to
attend Morgan State. When you were enrolled in private school,
everything was fine. As soon as you relocated into the public,
you became exposed to sorts of buffoonery,” she yelled with
fury in her eyes.
I lied my way out of one trap to get absorbed in another.
Lord knows I want to tell her the truth, but I can imagine all the
things she & my father would do.
First, they would ship me off to a “Torture Gays
Therapy” rehabilitation center and send me away to a “Fags Go
to Hell” summer camp. My parents would create the facility for
me!
“DELMAR LORENZO BOAR,” she yelled across the
kitchen again pointing the knife in the air.
“Yes ma’am…”
“What in God’s name are you thinking about? You
better wake up boy, you think this a joke,” she said inserting the
pan into the electric oven. As much as I inched to dispute with
my mother, her fantabolous chocolate skin & chestnut shaped
eyes distracted me. At least, I am aware how I inherited my
appearance. Damn sure was not my father’s side of the family! “Ma, when are you getting your hair done,” I asked
gazing at her fine dark hair, slicked back into a ponytail. “Excuse me! When are you going to stop singing music
God did not birth you on Earth for, how about that?” “Ma, why do things have to always shift back to my
music,” I pouted.
“The conversation shifts because you are not my equal. I
will get it done when I feel like it. You worry about your head.” “Well there’s nothing to worry about, my hair is cut! But
your hair looks a hoot, I’m not used to seeing it messy,” I said
sorting through my text messages.
“A hoot? What in the world? You know what, get out of
my kitchen,” she said pointing the knife in the air.
“Okay, well I’ll be upstairs if you need me,” I dialed my
phone, while climbing the steps to led to my bedroom. “Who do you think told her,” Tyrell laughed as I ignored
the commotion in his background.
“I really don’t know. But I told you I had to be careful
because the church queens talk too much! Whoever it is, I’mma
knock them”.
“You are not knocking a soul! They gon’ knock your ass
first,” he laughed.
“Yeah, you must really don’t know ‘bout me. My
mother wants me to stop singing R&B to serve the Lord, but I’ll
be serving somebody’s prison for murder.”
“Delmar, please! What you doing tonight,” he asked. “I don’t know… If you want to do something with me,
just say it,” I exclaimed.
“Boy, I don’t want to do anything with you. I asked a
simple question.”
“Yeah tell me anything. I do want to suck your dick
again though,” I said.
“Maybe we can see that movie with Taraji, you know
she’s my girl. I cannot believe she’s playing
“Mom, I did not go to a filthy club. I went to Eden’s
Lounge to perform,” I lied regarding her dead in the eyes. “Why would you not inform me?”
“Because it was an R&B showcase and I know you &
pops don’t like me singing nonspiritual music.”
“And you are right! Your father will not approve of this,
son. Such a disadvantage your brother attempted to rap in the
forsaken industry & failed. We raised Dante to be a man of God
& he rebelled against the teachings & worshiped Satan. In return,
they chewed Dante and spit him back out! Is that what you want
to happen to you, as well?”
“No ma’am—I just…”
“Well good, you possess better common sense than your
brother. Please be a good boy and stay away from that music,”
she demanded pointing the butcher knife in the air.
“The exact reason I did not inform you and dad.
Whoever told you I was in the club area need to mind their
business. Any smart person would know they have to walk past
the Hippo in order to access Eden’s Lounge.”
“Well only for me to know, son. You should be more
concerned about how you’re going to explain the trash you
consider music to Patrick! I knew we should not allow you to
attend Morgan State. When you were enrolled in private school,
everything was fine. As soon as you relocated into the public,
you became exposed to sorts of buffoonery,” she yelled with
fury in her eyes.
I lied my way out of one trap to get absorbed in another.
Lord knows I want to tell her the truth, but I can imagine all the
things she & my father would do.
First, they would ship me off to a “Torture Gays
Therapy” rehabilitation center and send me away to a “Fags Go
to Hell” summer camp. My parents would create the facility for
me!
“DELMAR LORENZO BOAR,” she yelled across the
kitchen again pointing the knife in the air.
“Yes ma’am…”
“What in God’s name are you thinking about? You
better wake up boy, you think this a joke,” she said inserting the
pan into the electric oven. As much as I inched to dispute with
my mother, her fantabolous chocolate skin & chestnut shaped
eyes distracted me. At least, I am aware how I inherited my
appearance. Damn sure was not my father’s side of the family! “Ma, when are you getting your hair done,” I asked
gazing at her fine dark hair, slicked back into a ponytail. “Excuse me! When are you going to stop singing music
God did not birth you on Earth for, how about that?” “Ma, why do things have to always shift back to my
music,” I pouted.
“The conversation shifts because you are not my equal. I
will get it done when I feel like it. You worry about your head.” “Well there’s nothing to worry about, my hair is cut! But
your hair looks a hoot, I’m not used to seeing it messy,” I said
sorting through my text messages.
“A hoot? What in the world? You know what, get out of
my kitchen,” she said pointing the knife in the air.
“Okay, well I’ll be upstairs if you need me,” I dialed my
phone, while climbing the steps to led to my bedroom. “Who do you think told her,” Tyrell laughed as I ignored
the commotion in his background.
“I really don’t know. But I told you I had to be careful
because the church queens talk too much! Whoever it is, I’mma
knock them”.
“You are not knocking a soul! They gon’ knock your ass
first,” he laughed.
“Yeah, you must really don’t know ‘bout me. My
mother wants me to stop singing R&B to serve the Lord, but I’ll
be serving somebody’s prison for murder.”
“Delmar, please! What you doing tonight,” he asked. “I don’t know… If you want to do something with me,
just say it,” I exclaimed.
“Boy, I don’t want to do anything with you. I asked a
simple question.”
“Yeah tell me anything. I do want to suck your dick
again though,” I said.
“Maybe we can see that movie with Taraji, you know
she’s my girl. I cannot believe she’s playing
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