(excuse all mistakes.)
Compton, California 📍
Kamiri Al'Malik Baker | KB
"Maw!" I yelled throughout her house, dropping my keys on her dining room table.
"Im in the kitchen baby!"
"Hey Maw." I went over to her, hugging her and kissing her cheek.
"Hey Grandma baby." She stood at the counter cutting peaches.
i love peaches.
"Can I—"
"No." She popped my hand. "This for my cobbler."
"That nasty ass shit." I mumbled, mugging her.
"What was said?" She held her ear.
"I said just make sure you leave me some peaches on a dish."
"Mhm. What you come over here for?" I watched her as she swiftly moved around the kitchen. She reminded me so much of my mama.
Besides being evil.
My grandma would never.
"Nothing really." I shrugged.
"Kamiri. Look at me." She stopped what she was doing to look me in my eyes.
"You look sad baby. What's the matter?"
Shrugging, I looked back down at my hands.
"Where's that girlfriend of yours?"
"She ain't my girlfriend no more."
"And why is that? She the reason you sad?"
"I guess."
"What can I do with I guess? How can I make you feel better if you won't talk to me?"
"She the reason I'm sad but it ain't her fault. I broke up with her." I shrugged.
"Well why?"
"Cause." I shrugged. "Ionkno."
"...And now you sad?"
"Yes."
"Sounds like you in a bit of a pickle." She raised her eyebrows.
"Maw." My face dropped.
"What? You not expressing yourself Kamiri there's no way I can help you or even understand."
Sighing, I got ready to vent.
"Maw I like this girl so bad, on crip. I be thinking bout her lil ass all the time." I started to stare off into space.
"She so innocent but don't let that fool you she got a slick ass mouth. And she always got an answer for everything. I like that in her though."
"She can't cook, she can't drive, she can't even fight but that's okay." I nodded.
"And when I tell you that girl can eat." I raised an eyebrow. "Her ass greedy as hell."
