What men want
What men want
Black FOC (named Jada) x (you choose)
This story was written for @allaboardthereadingrailroad Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your first challenge. i hope this will help in trying to make us a better community.
My prompt is ‘What men want’
A/N: I have to say I am not a black person, but I have all the respect for black and colored people. Anyway I hope you will enjoy.
Word count: 1037
warning: nothing I guess, people being assholes maybe
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Standing in the jym, not minding but her business, she can hear them whispering, or more of trying to. They talked about her like they had the right to do so. speaking in a hushed voice, someone said “I like em when they do that, doing squats and shaping their butts, keeping their bodys fit.”
She hated that, it wasn’t the first time she heard someone talk about her or other women and men like that, like they are modeling toys and they can just come and talk about what they like in each toy, take one to play with, and then throw them away. It disgusted her, the fact that no matter what time it is people still pretend like they own everything, like they are better than anybody else.
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It happened before. Like that time when she was younger at school, when she heard one of the boys that was standing in a group with the “famous” kids at school. He talked about how he didn‘t like how she wore her curly hair, and how he wanted her to straighten it. How he talked like he can choose how she styles her hair, or change the beautiful natural way it is in. She loved the way her hair is, and she didn‘t appreciate it when people talked like that. So she went to him, stood in front of him, and said “Stop talking about my hair, stop talking about how I look, stop talking about how you would like me to be, and stop talking about me in general. So unless you are talking to me about something important, do not talk about me.“
Surprised, he did not utter another word . And Jada, well she left satisfied and with a new friend.
Then there was that time when she was sitting in a cafe, drinking and working on her computer. She heard a man talking with his friend about how he didn‘t want them black, that he barely tolerated his co-worker, how he wished they didn’t exist.
That was a time when she didn’t have to stand up for herself, she wanted to but the person who was sitting next to him glared at him and told him that what he said is wrong and stupid, he told him that black people are humans just like everyone else, they can do whatever that he do, probably even better because he doesn’t do an honest work, he told him that he should open his mind and accept that what he believes is bad because they are suffering from such toxic words without doing anything wrong . He told him to put himself in their place before saying such things to them.
That's when the man started screaming, drawing eyes their way. He shouted saying nothing about them make them special, saying he didn't need to defend them, and saying that he is the stupid one for thinking they were suffering and not just complaining for petty because they are weak. A strong voice made him look at the source, a voice so sure and so confident, a voice that belonged to Jada. She said to him "Do you really think what you said is anything near smart, because we have been bearing so much. We're strong enough that we wake up every day and go out knowing that it is very possible we could get killed for no reason, we could get hurt for nothing, we could go to jail for something we didn't do, we could meet so many of the likes of you that say shit they don't understand yet think they know, and it happened, so many times, to the point that some don't even talk about it they are convinced it's nothing, some even take enjoyment in it. we endure so much it is draining our hearts and souls to just live like we should, to feel safe and happy like we should, yet, here we are, with the many that think otherwise smothering us. Now do you still think that we need your petty?"
Speechless, the man said nothing. And that was the last time he was allowed into the cafe.
There was that time when she was at a bar, with her friends waiting for her to bring the drinks she promised, and come back. Out of nowhere, a man in his forties appeared, and sat next to her.
"Hey, sweetheart." He said "you are here alone?"
"No, I am not. And I am not looking for a conversation with a drunk, married person that wants to cheat on his wife" replied Jada
The man glared at her and gripped her jaw, telling her how he wants her to be a good little girl and shut her mouth.
His face changed completely when she caught his hand in hers, and twisted it. Her grip so hard he couldn't move his entire arm without causing more pain. Jada looked in his eyes with a cold look, she said"I said, I wasn't interested, and I said, no, yet here you are still bothering me. I don't give a fuck how you want me, I am not a fucking doll, you don't get to choose how I speak or act. So now, you will quietly get up and out, and I better not see you again. Am I clear."
Stunned, the man did nothing but nod. The bartender gave Jada her drinks with a smile on her lips and a look of astonishment in her eyes.
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So yes, it happened before, so many times she lost count. But each and every time, she stood up, she stood up for herself for her friends, for those that couldn't. And that's what she likes about herself, what she wants for herself.
BOUNCE;
As she ventured to the group of guys to give them a piece of her mind, he looked at her, proudness could be seen in his eyes, he remembered the many times he have seen her like this, blowing in the faces of the people that talk to her wrong, the people that think they can say false things, and force it to be right. He is proud of her, and he knows, she is the one he wants.
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I hope you liked it, I am very new to writing, I am by no means experienced, I am still learning.
I hope this will help growing a better community and I hope I didn't do something wrong or offensive.