FUNERAL SINGER
A voice people are dying to hear
I wrote this short story on one of my many walks past a funeral parlour while living in St. Louis.
I hope you enjoy!
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“Kweenie you gone call me ova heah on some eviction nonsense den have da nerve to be packin for a trip. Da fuck?”
My best friend Toya is one ah dem straight and narrow type Bitches.
No risk takin no nonsense havin ass.
No artistic bone in her body dat she felt necessary to tap into.
She loves me like a sista tho.
Dats how us sistas from da yardie south fuck wit each other.
And dis how we talk so Imma tell it like it is.
But we all know how little our blood fam actually gits artistic muthafuckaz like mahself.
So da best ah dem do da best dey can but dey neva unnastand.
Da only thang we fear is not livin as we ARE.
And hell yeah Im finna go on dis trip.
Its an investment.
Big picture shit.
Im headed to dis meeting wit da record label I been grindin HARD to git signed wit.
After mah latest video went viral dey had to be DUMB AS FUCK to not fuck wit me.
Da Niggods told me mah time has CUM.
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“Dis place BEEN robbin me wit dey jacked up prices on dis shit box dey neva git around to fixin. So YEAH Imma take dis FLIGHT to my DESTINY. When I git signed Imma cum back n buy da whole muthafuckin buildin ZEEN?”
I could tell by da way I was just throwin shit in my suitcases dat Toya finna lose it.
“K first of all Imma need you to lemme help you pack before I give ya a clap wit dis backhand. You wildin.”
“Do you boo but Imma keep throwin thangs in as I see em. Aint much time fo Lester cum round here to kick my black ass out.”
Lester be da greezy ass landlord in dis roach motel he calls an apartment buildin.
“Kweenie wut you gon do bout da rest of yo shit?”
I threw a red bottom heel in da bag like a 3 point jumper.
Broke or paid a bitch needs one good pair of Louis Vuitton stilettos to stunt on a muthafucka.
“Kobe!”
“You neva miss Kweenie”
“Zackly Toya. Which is why you gon take da rest ah mah shit to yo crib and I collect it when I git back. Help me pack and I go git dis shit in yo car right quick.”
“Zeen. So how you gittin to da airport?”
“Bitch what you mean? YOU takin me!”
“Bitch I know you lyin.”
“Bitch dont play wit me. We ride or die.”
“Come on den. I dont got all day.”
“Hehe. Love you.”