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Stealing Fruit

Bang! Bang! 

“Jump, Tony, jump”, I shouted as Mr. Darville, an old crippled “Conkey Joe” that’s slower than a snail, pulls the trigger on his rock salt filled, double barrel shotgun.  In reality, Tony was way too high in the mango tree to jump, so as he hurriedly climbed down, dropping big, fat, juicy mangos to the ground splattering on the hole-filled rocks, which made me angry, knowing that my mouth watering for those mangos, will not get to stain my clothes today.  Thump! Thump! Snap! Snap!  Tony was low enough to jump,

“run, run!” I quietly shouted, we ran trying not to feel the stinging rock salt on our butt cheeks while trying to avoid twisting our ankles on the sharp, hole-filled, uneven rocks.  

“Over here”, Tony silently demanded.  We camouflaged ourselves under a laden down, perfectly purple nature painted scarlet plums.  

        “Shh! Shh! I hear someone coming!” Tony whispered, we froze as the snap of twigs got closer, I could see him, the old mean fart, who would rather let the fruits form an overcrowded graveyard than allow hungry youth to fill their growling bellies.  The axis on the earth broke, the two perfectly crafted statues, as if Michael Angelo himself created them, steered through the peep holes created by the nature perfected scarlet plums, the countless leaves, and the protective bushes, at the Grinch like cripple old fart, as he passes and drags one leg behind him.  

“That was close Tony,” I said,

Tony “Yeah too close, I was the one who almost had his ass seasoned”.  

Me, “These taste almost as sweet as my girls cookie”. 

Tony, “I wouldn’t know and don’t really care to hear about you and your girls sMe, “Ha, ha callous on your hand”.

Tony, “Fuck you”.

Me, “That made you”.

We crackled to the dilly tree; the round brown sugar-filled fruits were begging to be eaten. It was my turn.  The tree was tall, I became Tarzan swinging from branch to branch, picking, sharing and dropping the dillies to Tony.  The ones he missed became food for the insects.

Me, “Where’s all the dilly I picked?”

Tony, “They sure tasted good.”

Me, “Asshole”.

Tony, “Belly full ass drunk.”

Me, “Really? In the bush?”

Tony, “I gotta go, you wanna help?”

Me, “Kiss me where the sun don’t shine.”

Tony vanishes into the thick brush, making awful, stinky noises.

Me, “Courtesy flush please.  You contaminating the fruits, Ha Ha! if Mr. Darville smells that, you will be charged with murder, Ha Ha!”

Tony, “You have any tissue?”

Me, “Use your hand.”

Tony, “Fuck you, get me something!”

Me, “We’re in the middle of the fucking bush, I could ask Mr. Darville to bring you some, Ha Ha!”

Tony, “My legs are hurting.”

Me, “Use a flat rock or a leaf.”

Aniska, (a female neighbor that Tony and I lost our virginity too) sneaks up on us and shouts, “Boo!”

Me, “You scared the shit out of me.”

Aniska, “Smells like you already shit your pants.”

Me, “That’s Tony you smell.”

Aniska, “Where?”

Me, “In the bush over there, what are you doing here?”

Aniska, “Looking for yall”

Me, “Lets go!”

 Tony from behind the bush, “I want to go first. I don’t want sloppy seconds.”

I laid her smooth skin on a bed of dead leaves that substituted for a king size mattress in a king’s palace.  I pulled her shorts and panties off at the same time, I was aroused, I didn’t care about her blouse, I wanted to know what was so great about a man being inside of a woman.  Every pore felt a tingling sensation; I was paralyzed as my most precious ointment left me, “Wow”.  I got up and sat in the bush as Tony enjoyed his sloppy seconds.  Strangely all I could think about was, “Is she pregnant?”

Me, “Where’s Aniska?”

Tony, “She left.”

Our next predator was a loaded hog plum tree, a small, yellowish orange fruit, with more seed than meat, but filled with wanting more juice.  We stood and satisfied out pallets until our taste buds became desensitized to the sweet juice of the little round suns.

Tony, “You ready?”

Me, “For what?”

Tony, “A kool time.”

He pulls out a sealed pack of Kools.  We have never created pollution through our anatomy.  He packs the cancerous box as if he is not a virgin.

Tony, “Cough, cough”

Me, “Cough, cough”

Tony, “You ok?”

Me, “I’m kool.”

We laughed.

Tony, “I’m high.”

Me, “I feel strange.”

We laughed and laughed until our mouth became like the summer dessert air that causes nosebleeds and chapped lips.

Me, “Lets get something to drink.”

Tony, “I’m not drinking your piss.”

Me, “No, ass, from there.”

        I directed his sight to the tallest tree in the field, a coconut tree filled with some of the most celebrated coconuts I have ever seen, and I can only imagine the cool, succulent flow of the coconut water turning my desert into a fresh spring well of saliva.  Tony looked up at the tree then looked at me as I painted a “shit eating grin” on my face. As he climbed I laughed because he looked like a monkey.  Finally, he reached the top.  

        The coconuts have to be twisted about ten times each before they can become detached from the branch.  They began to fall like bombs.  Between the explosions, I heard the crackle and snaps of dry leaves and twigs, I wasn’t able to shout to Tony and warn him, so I ran and hid, leaving poor Tony talking to himself, because he’s pissed, that he had to climb the highest tree and do the hardest work.  Mr. Darville stood beneath the coconut tree avoiding the bombs exploding all around him. It wasn’t funny but I was not able to stop laughing to my self.

Tony, “Why the hell I always get the hardest job? This shit ain’t easy ya know. Next time you climbing this damn tree. I’m tired of this shit.”

Mr. Darville, “I’m tired of this shit too.”

Bang! Bang!

Tony,  “Arrrr Shit! What the fuck!”

        The rock salt seasoned Tony’s butt cheeks as if it was chicken in the frying pan. I could see the back of Tony’s pants turned a darker shade of brown.  I was laughing uncontrollably in my secure vault. Tony was climbing down.

        Mr. Darville, “Get back up there and pick all of them nuts before I blow your nuts off!”

Tony did not want to feel the sting of a thousand wasps on his butt cheeks again.  After all the coconuts landed and Tony slid down the thousand-foot log.  He attempted to leave, Mr. Darville, in his old, mean, scruffy voice, “Son, transport all of the coconuts to my house.”

Tony. “Yes sir.” he complied in anger.

Stink, in pain, tired, and scraped up from the coconut log, he obeyed the old, grumpy fart with the salt filled shotgun.  I watched with amusement.

Me, “Ha Ha Ha Ha” laughing uncontrollably. “This shit is hilarious, I wish I had a camera. I would name this “the monkey gets caught stealing coconuts”. 

I sat as a rock with eyes as Tony carried his last batch of coconuts to Mr. Darville’s house.

        Is she pregnant? Is the baby mine? Does she have two babies inside of her, one for me and one for Tony? My mind was swirling. My father never spoke to me about the birds and the bees, I never learnt about this in school. I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid, I’m happy, I feel good, I feel bad, I feel nervous, am I allowed back to church on Sunday? I should repent. I wonder if Tony knows more about this than I do? Where is Tony? He probably went home, to put medicine on his scrapes and bruises, and to feed his seasoned butt cheeks some soothing ointment. 

        I realized that I was sitting under a Cherry tree; they were ruby read and glowed as if they were a jewel on a Million dollar ring. I bit into the biggest one I could find, the juice splattered all over me and the taste was so sour it turned my face into a thousand wrinkles, my body shook from the shock of sourness. 

“Bla” I spat the unwanted obstacles out of my mouth. I needed something sweet to detour this taste off of my tongue. Those gigantic looking Guavas next to the Cherry tree were my next target, only this time I did not pick the biggest one “ha ha”. It was delicious but full of small seeds, and if you swallow too much seeds you will become constipated, maybe Tony should have eaten some of these, “ha ha”

        “Oh shit” I hear the sounds of leaves crushing under feet. I ducked behind the Guava tree, “I hope I don’t get to experience the seasoned butt checks.” The crushing got louder and louder. I could vaguely make out the outline of a person.

Tony, ”Joey, Joey where are you?” he whispered

Me, “over here by the Guava tree, I thought you went home?”

Tony, “I was going but I changed my mind, I’m still hungry”

Me, “here” I handed him the biggest Guava I could find.

Tony, “thanks” 

He bit into that Guava like a Lion killing its prey. 

I watched Tony chomp into that gigantic Guava again and again like a starving zombie. 

Me, “what is that?”

Tony, “what?”

Me, “nothing”

I did see something but I don’t know if I should tell Tony. There was a half of a worm doing the electric slide inside the bitten Guava. 

Me, “ha ha ha ha” laughing, again, uncontrollably.

Tony, “ what the fuck you laughing at?

Me, “there’s a, ha ha, a ha ha,”

Tony, “what? There’s a what?”

Me,” ha ha ha ha, there’s a half of a worm inside your Guava, ha ha ha ha”

Tony, “you gave me this fucking Guava, did you put this shit in hereee Aaaarrrr?”

As he was talking, he saw the dancing worm and a fountain of puke formed a waterfall between his mouth and the ground.

Me, “ha ha ha ha”

The more I laugh the angrier Tony got. But the shit was funny to me. He threw the dancing worm at me, which hit me in the head, but I didn’t mind, small price to pay for a good laugh. 

Me, “Lets go”

Funny

Funny how people look you in the eye

 And don’t say good morning.

Funny how you politely hold the door open for the next person, 

And they blatantly disregard you as if you were trash on the ground.

Funny how you live your life

The exact same way every day,

 And expect different results.

Funny how you are only remembered when someone needs something from you.

Funny how you know, “looks are deceiving” 

but you still allow it to deceive you.

Funny how there is only a GOD

 When you are in trouble.

Funny how “Time” waits for no man

But you feel you have all the time in the world.

Funny how physical “Death” is mandatory,

But we find it so hard to accept.

Funny how this “Funny”

Is not so “Funny”.

The Human Robot

What has taken away the humans?

As I walk to class,

I love to smile, 

But I don’t receive one in return,

Instead I see angry faces, faceless faces, 

And faces that don’t want to be bothered.

Is it the continuous invention of new technology that has consumed the human?

Is it the thumping of the ear buds that block the human voice from a kind word from bouncing of your eardrums?

Only if we are in the same class

 Or had a class together,

 Will you acknowledge me?

As we pass on the outside.

I am the same person before you met me, when you met me and now.

Some look directly into my eyes, 

With a closed mouth, 

And continue to walk away.

Do you see me?

Or has technology taken away your senses 

To see and speak?

CONTROL

I have to go, 

I have to go real bad.

 I have to go so bad that the car is past the speed limited. 

Everyone is moving in slow motion.

The stoplight takes an eternity to change.

I am focused, yet, 

I cannot think about anything else.

Right now nothing matters.

I don’t care about anyone.

It hurts, as if no one cares about my situation or me.

I’m trying not to think, but it gives me no choice.

It controls me.

I almost lost it!!!!

But there is no evidence, so I am ok for now, but not really.

Now, it’s hard to walk slowly, 

My destiny is determined, 

The outcome is inevitable.

I am searching for my destination.

I want you out of my life, 

But not at this moment.

As I move closer to the designated arena, 

The feeling intensifies.

“PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE” my internal mind shouts, 

As I look around to see if anyone heard me talking to myself, am I going crazy?

It leaves me, as milk leaves a mother’s breast, without the help on a baby.

It makes a beautiful sound, 

Like the sound of raindrops on a roof, 

As the blankets warm your body on a cold night.

The feeling is better than the final moment of making love.

“Aaaaaaaa” is the sound we make when it leaves us.

Overcome

Thank you Lord for another year.

I did not think 

I would make it, 

But you pulled me through.

I did not get a chance to do everything I wanted, 

But, I’m still keeping my faith in you.

Shoveling this, shoveling that, 

From every so called aristocrat,

Wearing me out,

Like a backpack,

Copycat,

But that’s ok,

I still overcome, 

With JAH help, 

Because it’s like that.

My First Love

The moment I was spanked, 

You filled me with life.

I welcome you

I love you, 

I need you, 

I cannot live without you.

You were my first love.

Sometimes you can be so cold towards me,

I felt as if I had disappointed you 

In some way.

Sometimes you made me so hot,

I felt like it was Valentine’s Day,

And we were making Love, 

And our sweet sweat became one.

Although you are invisible

Everywhere I look, 

I see your face.

You do not speak,

But I hear your voice.

If you ever leave me,

I would die.

Who is my first Love?