RAP CHICK-1982

“Wassup baby?” Omar said and gave you a hug, as you guys stood outside of the neighborhood bodega. Omar was cute, he had some cornrows, some black eyes, and beautiful brown skin. He was your best-friend. He was a producer, for some people that rapper on your block. “When you coming to bust some rhyme at the club?” He said smoothly. And, yes. You were the best rapper in your entire block.

RAPPER BF-1987

“Thank you baby.” Shawn smirked at you and put his arm around your shoulder. He had just gotten arrested again, the police were on him. He was apart of a very explicit rap group. He had a darker complexion, and background too. He came up in the ghetto, had an accent. So the cops hated him. You guys walked into your car as, he got into the passenger seat next to you. As you turned your key on your car. And, started the engine out of the police station.

RAPPER BF 2-1989

“Ma, I’m telling you! She’s just a groupie!” Rakeem tried to explain, his raspy voice cracking. You and Raheem were on and off, but always came back to each other. Lately, Rakeem hasn’t been around much. Then, today you saw him in his car with some girl.

JAMAICAN BABY 2-1973

“Now, who was that?” Morda asked, looking behind him and back at you. He was trying not to make a scene. Morda and you were at a restaurant, and he tried not to sound too jealous. But, he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t a very jealous man, but he sure as hell was Jamaican. And that made him have some type of fire in him.

INTERRACIAL-1963

“I miss you.” Lewis sighed into his phone, the year was 1963 segregation hasn’t been passed yet. He was pissed that he couldn’t see you. He was Italian himself, you were African-American. He was in love with you, you met behind an abandoned building. Then you guys started meeting there, until someone told his father. He couldn’t really see you anymore because of that.

JAMAICAN BABY-1972

“Why me have to go through the whole town just to see you?” Joro spoke to you, his Jamaican accent thick. You and him were both Jamaican, living in Jamaica. You were both in a band, he was the lead vocalist. You were a back up singer. He had liked you, he wrote you love letters. He was very romantic and sweet. He hated violence, he hated hating stuff. He had beautiful brown eyes, thick dark brown dreadlocks down to his shoulders. He had brown skin, and a small goatee.

BOSS HUSBAND-1972

“There baby, go play with your brothers.” Rocky said to Mannia, his daughter. As she ran away to her two brothers. “So, whatsup?” Rocky smiled, sitting next to you on the picnic blanket. He was your husband, also a mafia boss. But they were very chill on the killing stuff. Brown skin, black hair always in braids, and the freshest pearly whites. He was very sweet to you. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. You had three children two sons, Mado and Bali, and a daughter Mannia.

NO CRY-1978

“Yah can’t ignore meh forever.” Marley said, carrying the basket of clothes on his head. “Yuh still tink I cheated?” He asked, tiling his head and walking in front of you. His dreads swayed as he moved. His Jamaican accent ringing in your ears. He was your ex boyfriend since two weeks ago. Your parents were friends, and sent you to do chores together. He was very sweet. So could you, so when you caught him holding another girls wrist, in public? It was all hell breaking loose.

HOMIE-1991

“You can put ma’ chain on fa’ me?” Dooky asked you as he handed you his chain and turned around. He was cute. Curly hair, but it was in these little ratchet braids, still. Cute. He had super soft skin, like a baby. He had beautiful brown eyes, and chocolate skin. He was a thug, but he was a gentleman. He chewed on a pacifier to stop his smoking habit. You was only homies though. And nobody should be together with their homies. Right?

1950s-GANGSTER

“Honey, again?” Ricky sighed, as he walked towards you. You were walking down one of the backroads of city. You liked it because of the way it felt. And to see him. Mostly him. You lived in the nice quiet part of town, a nice apartment with a roommate. You had a nice job, him on the other hand.. He worked in telegrams sometimes, the pay wasn’t the best but it worked. He lived with his mom, which he loved. But he also liked seeing you, walking you home, talking to you. He loved it.

MIXED PRINCE-1823

You sharpened your sword in the lakes water with a stone. You heard splashes of footsteps approaching. Went around and saw clothes, neat and clean clothes. You picked them up. A man came out of the water covering his genitals. He had light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and a goatee. His curls were soaked from the lakes water. “You have my clothes.” He said, looking down at his clothes in your hands. Was he a slave seller just like the rest? But, he had brownish skin?

HOOKER-2011

“How ‘bout three hunnid’ baby?” Tyrone said, as you leaned on his car window. “Just for a little sucky sucky?” He asked, makings a small gesture to his crotch. You were one of the best paid hookers in the hood. Mostly, because of Tyrone. Even if it was just you talking to him, he’d tip more. Yes, you were just a hooker. But, he was so attractive and he was sweet. And he always made sure to check on you when you finished.

WITCH-1665

“I brought thy some food, and a pig to keep company.” Jacob spoke, as he placed a bag with fruit and vegetables. As he handed you the small pig. Jacob was the only man who had only understood you, ever. You were being tracked down for witchcraft. It had happened to him before when he tried to be a fortune teller. He had to explain he wasn’t the devil. You lived in a small village, when the water grew grey, and a pig started dying. They blamed it on you.

SPAIN BABE-1973

“You look like an American girl with that dress on.” Julio remarked, and smiled. As he leaned back on his red Cadillac. You and Julio had been dating for a few years now. He had always told you that he would marry you. He had dark brown eyes, black cut wavy hair, and tan skin. He was the most beautiful, gentle man. That you could ever ask for. You both were from Spain, he had more of an accent than you. But, you loved it.

ALBY-1984

“Yah can show meh’ yah face, me have seen it before. Why now the sudden change?” Skipper asked as you covered your face with your arms, you were embarrassed. Skipper was your boyfriend, he was perfect. Everything a Jamaican would look like, dreads, brown skin, sweet. You just hated how you looked so different. You started to feel more insecure now. You had albinism, making your skin pale, and your hair blonde, and you have blue eyes. Even if you were Jamaican, it was still embarrassing.

ACROBAT-1962

“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” Talo said cautiously, his French accent echoing in your ears, as you lead him behind the circus. Talo was about 15, he was a sweet innocent boy. He gave you all of his heart, if not more. He had ran away from home about three years ago. He now was working at the circus where your father was the ringleader. He was always nervous that you would be caught, and he would be kicked out. So he was always careful. He had light brown skin, and short curly brown hair. If he wasn’t doing tricks, and flipping he would cook. He loved cooking, and you loved his cooking.