Chapter 24
Everybody knows that I fuck with her. So, I aint coming on no hating shit.
But come on. Y’all be acting like she’s the best thing since sliced bread, just because of a texture of hair.
Or because she can probably pass the brown paper bag test on a good day.
Finer hair don’t mean better. And beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. ”
I tilted my head. “So, you trying to say what, exactly?”
“She’s saying that she insecure,” Bunny randomly chimed in.
She was a high yellow, slender, wild something.
The niggas loved her, and she was Soya’s bestie.
“She’s mad that these niggas say that she’s fine, but not cute.
She hates her own nappy hair, and is mad that people often point out how yours is good.
She hates her chocolate skin, and bleaches, but wanna tell you about passing a paper bag test. She’s projecting.
And hopes that she can make you feel how she feels about herself. ”
“Damn.” Casey bucked her eyes.
Soya cut her eyes at her. “Bunny, really?”
Bunny opened her arms. “I’m just saying. It needed to be said. Cause it’s crazy sitting here listening to this girl tell Babi that she alright or whatever. Meanwhile, she been having Babi babysit at least twice a week, for fucking free.”
Chell rolled her eyes. “Girl, you always speaking out of turn. Me telling Babi to stand by her man, and not listen to y’all hardly means that I’m hating or whatever.
I’m just telling her right. Thinking that being fine gives you some type of magical power is delusional.
These niggas are still gonna be niggas. So, I would rather see her with a nigga with no dirt on his name.
Can’t nobody on this porch ever say that they’ve heard about Too Low fucking around.
So, why talk about what other niggas would want to fuck with her? ”
“Damn, bitch,” Bunny chided. “Is you Too Low’s spokesperson or something?”
Everybody snickered, but me and Chell.