The Mare

Velvet

When I was walking around before I had to pick up Dante, this older boy I don’t know came up to me, going, “Hey, lil’ mama. What’s good?”

I didn’t like his voice, so I just said, “Hey.”

“So what’s good?” he say.

“Nothin’.”

“No? I got somethin’ good. You wanna come smoke it with me?”

“No.”

“Why not? You on your way somewheres?”

“I don’t know you.”

“I hear that don’t matter, shawty.”

I looked at him long enough for him to get embarrassed. I said, “I do not know what you are talking about.” And he said, “Well, you better figure it out, girl. You play your position or it play you.” There was no friendly in his voice at all. He looked at me to make his point, then walked away.