Read Online Coffee Will Make You Black by April Sinclair - Free Book Online

you’ve got to read it. It’s my sister’s diary, girl, you gotta read it!” Tanya handed me the smooth blue book with a flap hanging from it. I flipped over to the cover. It said ONE YEAR DIARY. It had a place for a key.
    â€œTanya, won’t your sister be mad? Isn’t it sort of personal?”
    â€œWho cares, with all the dirt she’s done to me all my life? Besides, I’m gonna take it home at lunchtime; she’ll never know I found it. It’s her fault for forgetting to lock it.”
    â€œGo ’head, Stevie, don’t be no square. It ain’t no harm in it. Her sister Annie Pearl’s the one that did it, you just reading about it.” Carla elbowed me.
    â€œBesides, how else we supposed to find out about stuff?” Patrice wanted to know.
    I thought she kind of had a point.
    â€œWhy should I be the one to read it?”
    â€œâ€™Cause you on the honor roll, I don’t want nobody stumbling over they words at a time like this,” Carla explained.
    â€œRead about the part when her love came down! Turn to March 22,” Tanya insisted.
    I sat down with the book. I figured this beat trying to get something out of Mama.
    â€œâ€˜I know I’m in love, don’t care what nobody say, ’cause ain’t nobody ever made me feel this way,’” I read aloud with Carla, Patrice, and Tanya sitting on both sides of me.
    â€œDog, your sister’s a poet,” Carla declared.
    â€œâ€˜Derrick just look at me and I go to melt. I can’t keep my mind on nothing else. Seem like everything be Derrick and Derrick be everything.’” I let out a sigh. You couldn’t help but be affected.
    â€œYo sister sho do have a way with words,” Carla cut in, again.
    â€œI wish I had me a Derrick,” Patrice added.
    â€œKeep reading, Stevie, hurry up and get to the good part!” Tanya said.
    â€œâ€˜When he be kissing me, I don’t never want him to stop.’” Patrice let out a couple of giggles. “‘Last night when he rubbed his thing up against my thigh …’” I had to come up for air; this was getting juicy. I could hear my heart beating. I could tell that the others were hanging on every word. Carla elbowed me, “Don’t stop now, keep going, girl.”
    I continued, “‘My panties was wetter than they ever was before.’”
    â€œOOH WEE, see, I told you her love came down,” Tanya whispered. I swallowed hard. This stuff really was something!
    â€œâ€˜I know the reason I be scared is ’cause we don’t have no protection and I don’t want no baby.’” I wondered what protection was. It didn’t sound like it was a gun or a German shepherd.
    â€œHurry up ’fore the bell ring!” Carla shouted.
    â€œOkay. ‘Derrick say he gonna buy some rubbers before the next time he rub his dick against me.’”
    Why would he need boots? I wondered.
    â€œStevie, be cool.” Carla elbowed me again.
    â€œCarla, why are you stopping me now? It sounds like it’s really about to get good.”
    â€œI know, Stevie, but there go Mr. Davis and Mrs. Robinson standing right behind us.”
    I turned my head and saw the principal and the music teacher staring at us. They were two red-looking white people. Patrice and Tanya let out big sighs.
    â€œMrs. Robinson, let me know if the piano needs tuning for the assembly. Remember, it needs to be in tiptop shape for the graduation in June.”
    Mrs. Robinson nodded. We sat like statues.
    Mr. Davis leaned over and snatched the diary out of my hand.
    â€œYou girls follow me.”
    I cut my eyes at Carla. That’s what I got for following her. I could tell from the sound of Mr. Davis’s voice that our gooses were cooked!
    Carla, Tanya, and Patrice were suspended from school for three days. Mr. Davis had talked to our teachers and they had decided not to suspend me because I