Phone Call | Kajae's Writing Corner
Girl, why you going on so?
I telling you, I ain’t do nothing.
She touched me!
She kissed me!
Look, alright,
I was with my boys,
And we was hanging ‘round Smart, right?
And these girls come up,
And one of my boys starts feeling them up, right?
So he called them over.
I had no say in the matter.
He started chatting them up,
I was doing my own thing.
And so one of the girls comes to me,
Trying to talk to me,
But I ain’t say anything to her.
I was minding my own business, right?
And I guess she liked me or whatever,
(But I didn’t even know her!)
And she keeps talking to me,
Although I ain’t giving her the time of day.
So, the girls hang ‘round for a while,
And someone brings over a couple of Turks’ Head,
And, you know, we enjoying ourself.
So I get drunk, I admit that,
I’m sorry, alright?
I should’ve watched myself,
Especially with ladies present.
Anyway, this girl sees that I’m drunk,
And mind you, I ain’t talk much to her,
I minding my business,
But she sees that I’m drunk,
And I guess she thought it was time to make her move,
‘Cause now she’s rubbing up on me!
And talking soft to me!
And giggling like a schoolgirl!
She was targeting me!
Now, look, I’m telling you,
You know when I get drunk,
I kinda lose my senses,
My mind kinda goes loosey,
And I know you ain’t gone believe me,
But I telling the truth.
What happened was,
I was drinking, right?
And when I get tispy, you know,
I kinda, I kinda, g-go crazy,
I--
Boy, get to the point.
Girl, I trying to tell you what happened!
So I thought, you hearing me, I thought
The girl who was grinding up on me and stuff,
Was you, and--
Oh god, man, I ain’t--
Wait, nah, wait!
See, you ain’t even listening to me, girl!
You is never listen,
That’s why you always think I always doing some mischief,
‘Cause you ain’t give me any time to explain myself.
Listen, nah?
It all gone make sense inna minute.
Okay so, you know when I get drunk,
I kinda loose my senses,
And when the girl started grinding up,
And dancing on me,
I thought it was you,
Because before my man brought out the Turks Head,
I was thinking about you, girl!
It’s always been about you!
I was thinking about you in bed,
With your bonnet on, and your nails,
What’s it called, German, French nails?
And your pretty face, just laying on the bed back home.
And I was smiling, because it was such a nice thought,
And I guess the girl thought I was smiling at her,
And she started coming close to me,
And talking flirty to me,
And when the drinks came,
My mind had gone loose,
So when the girl started grinding on me,
I thought it was you,
‘Cause, cause, you know
The drinks made me go…
You know!
So I kissed her,
Because I thought it was you!
Girl, shouldn’t you be happy,
Because if I thought it was you,
And I was loving up the girl so much,
Then technically, I’m doing the same thing to you!
You just make things so complicated.
It was a mistake.
A mistake!
I’m sorry, and I won’t do it again,
But you blowing it out of promotion!
Proportion.
See, you doing it again!
Promotion, proportion, whatever!
I sorry, okay?
I really am, and I’ll watch myself next time,
So why you making a big deal out of it?
Boy, you must really think I stupid.
You must really think I’s a fool.
You must really think I ain’t graduate high school.
First of all, how in hell did Turks’ Head make you so drunk,
You ain’t even realize the girl whining up on you wasn’t me?
It ain’t that strong!
Secondly, how you gone daydream that I at home,
With my bonnet and French tips and whatever,
But then you also gone think the girl in front of you is also me?
And third, that girl who kissed you was your classmate, jackass!
Yeah, I did some digging, she graduated in 2019 at Clement Howell,
same homeroom class as you.
So how you gone tell me you didn’t know her?
Shaniah’s boyfriend, one of your boys,
Told me that her boyfriend told her,
That you were real friendly with that girl,
Real nice, real happy,
Pep in your step, huh?
Saying, ‘Oh gosh, girl, I ain’t see you in so long’,
And ‘How you been, girl, you look good!’
And I took a little trip to Smart myself to talk to my good friend Keisha
Who’s working at a cashier there,
About the boys liming around in the parking lot at 10pm,
And boy, she had a lot to say!
Boy, going on about how y’all had a little party!
A little gathering!
Y’all was enjoying yourself alright,
Whining, drinking, smoking,
Until an employee had to throw y’all out!
And that employee told Keisha who told me,
That you and Missy over there was getting in on good,
Real good, making out in the car and whatnot.
In fact, the employee specifically told Keisha who told me,
About a ‘couple’ grinding on in the backseat of a black Toyota with red and gold rims,
And I know you’re the only man in Turks
that’s stupid enough to drive a black Toyota with red and gold rims.
So, how you gone tell me,
How you gone tell me,
That I ain’t know what I talking about,
And I’s just confused,
And argumentative,
And stubborn, boy?
Tell me, tell me,
I’m all ears.
Hello?
Hello?
Ezekiel?
