Love Is Not Just A Verb (A Kendrick Lamar Story)

Chapter 2

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Yn's POV

    "Can I read it?" I asked.

    He handed me the yellow notepad. There was a lot of writing on it. His hand writing was really nice... I found that kind of odd, but it was kind of a turn on...

    I started reading it out loud.

~ chorus ~

I love the way you

Put it on your eyes

The roses on your face

Light up the sky

Those lips are colorful

All of the time

And, girl, that's fine

But I wanna know

Do you mind

No makeup, today

~ first verse ~

I know she 'bout to ask me how she look

I tell her beautiful, and how long it took.

For you to put it on

It was early in the morn'

She resembled a model out of a Mac Book

Concentrating on the way the eyeliner thickens

I stand behind her and try to figure her vision

Of prettiness, the wittiness, of colors on her skin tone

Her complexion in a direction I've outgrown.

Damn, girl, why so much?

You 'bout to blow your cover when you cover up

Don't you know your imperfections

Is a wonderful blessing

From heaven is where you get it from

I love your smile

You can do it without style

From your lips

All the way to your eyebrows

It's the beauty in her

But when the makeup occur

I don't see it

All I see is a blur.

    "Awwwe!" I squealed. "That's beautiful!"

    He took the notepad away from me before I could start reading the second verse. "I'm not done yet," he said.

    "Uhh... Neither was I." I said, giving him a dirty look. He ignored my statement and started writing some things down. "So . . . is that about someone special?" I asked. I wanted to know if he had a girlfriend. That nigga was fine as hell.

    "Yeah," he replied.

    A feeling of disappointment shot me in the gut. "Who?" I asked, my voice was kinda shaky.

    I think he noticed because he looked up at me and chuckled a little before saying, "My mom."

    "Oh," I said. I have to admit, I was really happy. I still didn't know if he had a girlfriend or not, though. I'll get to that later, I thought to myself. "So, you sing or something?"

    "Nahh," he said as he started writing down more words to his song.

    "Rap?"

    "Yup."

    "Cool." I nodded my head.

    "Yup," he said, again, still writing sh*t down. The small talk was getting to me.

    That was way too awkward.  So, I changed the subject. "Why you always sitting here alone?"

    "You been stalking me?" He said, still writing things down.

    "Noh..." He looked up at me with disbelief. I looked back at him. "Nigga, I am not stalking you!" I couldn't help but put on an awkward kind of smile. His eyes were so deep and mysterious. We stared at each other for a minute. Everything around us seemed to be in slow motion. His face slowly became serious, his eyes looked from my eyes to my lips, and back to my eyes. His stunning darkish brown face leaning into mine... my face leaning in to his. I looked at his kissible lips then back to his dark brown eyes. They were so magnificent, sucking mine in like a black hole. He looked at my lips one last time. Then he smiled a little, still looking at my lips, our noses almost touching, and . . . he turned away to write more words in his notepad. I noticed his face becoming very tense and serious, his jaw clenched with deep emotions.

    What. The f*ck. Just happened. I sat there so confused, not knowing what to say next.

...

...

...

I hope you kinda liked this. Comment some feedback, please?