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african american, black erotica, black love, black women, erotica, hip hop love, hip hop poetry, love, sex, urban poetry, woman
They had both told her in no uncertain terms she needed to make a decision regarding them, and make a true commitment to one of them. They were tired of fighting each other’s memories. Frightened by the emotions surging through her Monica began to think. Who was she doing this for? Was she doing it for her momma to make her happy? Or was this for Charles to help fulfill his version of a wonderful life? Or was this for Tim because she had put him on a pedestal? Where was she in all of this? What did she want…truly out of her life? She had always done what people expected of her, damn, she was a lawyer not by her choice. She never objected to other people’s, dreams, or thoughts, never saying no to anyone but herself. She was the sensible one and everyone depended on her to do the right thing. As she continued to contemplate her situation the rain stopped and a single ray of light broke through the clouds giving beauty to what had been cloudy; in that one moment Monica had clarity. She had made her decision; she strode over to the phone and dialed the familiar number. The phone rang for a minute and then the voice she wanted to hear answered “Hey I’ve thought about it is it ok if I come by now?” She laughed nervously, anxious about where this decision would take her in the next step of her life. She shook her head as she hung up the phone, scooping up her jacket from the chair and heading out the door. Monica stopped on the first step to inhale the cherry blossoms in bloom mixed with the scent of fresh rain; she had made the right decision, she thought to herself as she walked towards the metro smiling.
