she good enough now?
“I ain’t tryin’ to hurt yo’ feelings or nothing, but I don’t love you no more.”
“Don’t tell me you love that bitch already? Please don’t.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“This is some bullshit! I fuck up once and now it’s over? What about all the shit you did to me? Yo’ ass ain’t perfect!”
“I never said I was! What I said is that I don’t want to be wit you!”
“You ain’t gotta be wit me! Fuck you! Don’t nobody need you!”
“You fuckin’ crazy.” Koran shook his head.
“Now I’m crazy ’cause you fuckin’ another bitch? Where you take her last night, Koran? Did ya’ll go eat?! Huh?! Where’d you take her? Was it Lucas Park Grille or Red?”
“Since you wanna be smart, it was The Drunken Fish.”
“Cheap but cute,” Trina scoffed, lighting up another cigarette. “I don’t even know why I’m trippin’. The bitch you fuckin’ probably ain’t nothing but a Reebok broad.”
“You right, Trina, just like you was when I met you.”
“Fuck you! ’Cause if you think you leavin’ me you got another think coming. ’Cause . . . I . . . ain’t . . . going . . .nowhere!”
“I don’t wanna be wit you no more! What the fuck about that can’t you understand? Stop seeing what you wanna see and get that shit through that big ass head of yours?”
“You think I care about you not wanting to be wit me? It ain’t about us, Koran! It’s about Malik! You know you the only daddy he knows! How you think that makes him feel, knowing me and you ain’t together no more?”
“I understand that.” Koran clapped his hands together. “But us arguing everyday like we do is not that deal! Half the time I don’t even like being around you.”
“So being wit me is that bad?”
“Trina, at first it was all good, but I ain’t there wit you no more. I’ve moved on.”
“So that’s it? It’s over? You don’t even wanna try no more?” Trina’s bottom lip quivered.
“I don’t know what more you want me to say, T. I’ve said everything. I told you how I feel, but you gotta accept it.”
“How can I accept it when I still love you? I don’t wanna be wit nobody else. All I see is you.” She held her stomach and cried.
“But you got to. We can’t keep doing this shit, man. You gotta get yourself together for you and Malik. He don’t need to see you carrying on like this. That shit ain’t cool, man.”
“I know, but it just hurts so bad. I need you back, baby. I can’t take this pain.” She cupped his face in her hands. “Just please come back home. I’ll do anything you tell me to. Just come back.” Trina wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Please, just love me like I love you?”
Once again Koran didn’t want to lead Trina on by showing her affection, but holding her was the right thing to do.
“You know I can’t do that.” He hugged her back. “I’m just not there no more.”
“There’s gotta be something I can do,” she sobbed.
“Look, you gotta pull yourself together.” Koran wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry for puttin’ my hands on you.”
“I’m sorry for messing up your stuff. I just didn’t know what else to do to get your attention. I love you, Koran. I just wish you could see that.”
“Mama, are you okay?” Malik asked, entering the room.
“Yes, baby, go on back in your room.” Trina finished wiping her face so her son wouldn’t see that she’d been crying.
“Yo’ mama cool, man, she just having a bad day.”
“Well, will ya’ll stop arguing, please?” Malik pleaded.
“Anything for you, lil’ man,” Koran assured, taking him by the hand. “C’mon so you can finish getting dressed.”
“We still going to the mall?” Malik sniffled.
“Nah, we gon’ go to the Loop.”
“Can Mama go?”
“Yeah, yo’ mama can
“I ain’t tryin’ to hurt yo’ feelings or nothing, but I don’t love you no more.”
“Don’t tell me you love that bitch already? Please don’t.”
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
“This is some bullshit! I fuck up once and now it’s over? What about all the shit you did to me? Yo’ ass ain’t perfect!”
“I never said I was! What I said is that I don’t want to be wit you!”
“You ain’t gotta be wit me! Fuck you! Don’t nobody need you!”
“You fuckin’ crazy.” Koran shook his head.
“Now I’m crazy ’cause you fuckin’ another bitch? Where you take her last night, Koran? Did ya’ll go eat?! Huh?! Where’d you take her? Was it Lucas Park Grille or Red?”
“Since you wanna be smart, it was The Drunken Fish.”
“Cheap but cute,” Trina scoffed, lighting up another cigarette. “I don’t even know why I’m trippin’. The bitch you fuckin’ probably ain’t nothing but a Reebok broad.”
“You right, Trina, just like you was when I met you.”
“Fuck you! ’Cause if you think you leavin’ me you got another think coming. ’Cause . . . I . . . ain’t . . . going . . .nowhere!”
“I don’t wanna be wit you no more! What the fuck about that can’t you understand? Stop seeing what you wanna see and get that shit through that big ass head of yours?”
“You think I care about you not wanting to be wit me? It ain’t about us, Koran! It’s about Malik! You know you the only daddy he knows! How you think that makes him feel, knowing me and you ain’t together no more?”
“I understand that.” Koran clapped his hands together. “But us arguing everyday like we do is not that deal! Half the time I don’t even like being around you.”
“So being wit me is that bad?”
“Trina, at first it was all good, but I ain’t there wit you no more. I’ve moved on.”
“So that’s it? It’s over? You don’t even wanna try no more?” Trina’s bottom lip quivered.
“I don’t know what more you want me to say, T. I’ve said everything. I told you how I feel, but you gotta accept it.”
“How can I accept it when I still love you? I don’t wanna be wit nobody else. All I see is you.” She held her stomach and cried.
“But you got to. We can’t keep doing this shit, man. You gotta get yourself together for you and Malik. He don’t need to see you carrying on like this. That shit ain’t cool, man.”
“I know, but it just hurts so bad. I need you back, baby. I can’t take this pain.” She cupped his face in her hands. “Just please come back home. I’ll do anything you tell me to. Just come back.” Trina wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “Please, just love me like I love you?”
Once again Koran didn’t want to lead Trina on by showing her affection, but holding her was the right thing to do.
“You know I can’t do that.” He hugged her back. “I’m just not there no more.”
“There’s gotta be something I can do,” she sobbed.
“Look, you gotta pull yourself together.” Koran wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry for puttin’ my hands on you.”
“I’m sorry for messing up your stuff. I just didn’t know what else to do to get your attention. I love you, Koran. I just wish you could see that.”
“Mama, are you okay?” Malik asked, entering the room.
“Yes, baby, go on back in your room.” Trina finished wiping her face so her son wouldn’t see that she’d been crying.
“Yo’ mama cool, man, she just having a bad day.”
“Well, will ya’ll stop arguing, please?” Malik pleaded.
“Anything for you, lil’ man,” Koran assured, taking him by the hand. “C’mon so you can finish getting dressed.”
“We still going to the mall?” Malik sniffled.
“Nah, we gon’ go to the Loop.”
“Can Mama go?”
“Yeah, yo’ mama can
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