ANYTHING 4 PROFIT (ANYTHING FOR PROFIT) by Justin Amen Floyd Page A
Authors: Justin Amen Floyd
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The shop was abuzz as usual, as the women talked and laughed about the latest events in the news. “Girl, did you hear how much money P.Diddy’s baby mama Kim Porter is getting in child support?!” one of the women asked.
“Naw, how much?”
“$25,000 a month!!” the first girl exclaimed excitedly. “And that’s just for one kid. There’s twelve months in a year, so y’all can do the math on that one,” she continued.
“Damn, she lucky. Why I can’t never meet me a nigga who’s rich like that?” wondered a woman who sat in a chair getting a pedicure.
“Forget 25,000…shiiiiit, I’d be happy just to get $250 from my triflin’ ass baby daddy,” stated another woman. The salon erupted into laughter.
“You ain’t never lied, girl. Child, these niggas ain’t got no problem coming around when they want some pussy. But as soon as you turn up pregnant, they act like they ain’t have shit to do with that part.”
“That’s why y’all need to stop fuckin’ with all them broke ass niggas! Y’all lowering the price of pussy out here for all the real bitches,” joked Sylvia, who was finishing up Meka’s hair.
“Shit, Sylvia, all the men that do get a lil’ paper be goin’ after them stankin’ ass White girls anyway. It never fails. Once they money get right, they Black asses go White. They start chasin’ behind them anorexic, pale ass bitches!”
“Sounds like somebody has some anger issues,” joked another girl.
“I know one thing for sho’, and two thangs for certain. If they keep fuckin’ wit’ them White girls then I’ma flip it, and find me a cute lil’ White boy to take care of me.”
“NO! Don’t do that, sister. That’s exactly what the White devil wants us to do! To lose hope in the Black Man, who is the foundation of the Black family, the foundation of the universe, and everything in it. He is the Sun, and we are the moons, meant to reflect their light and be their queens. Our whole race is being systematically targeted for extermination. We need to stand by our Black kings, and support their endeavors,” said Niesha, whose boyfriend, Javon Taylor, A.K.A. Knowledge Born, became a member of the 5% nation of gods and earth’s while he was locked up, and doing a five year bid in one of South Carolina’s worst “corruptional” institutions, Lee County.
“There she go, there she go. Ever since Javon came home, you been talkin’ that Black god, kill the devils, free the slaves, move back to Africa and live in a hut shit!” joked Sylvia. “That boy got yo’ head fucked up, Niesha. Next thing you know yo’ Black ass gonna be talkin’ ‘bout how a government conspiracy killed Pac and Biggie.”
The whole room exploded in laughter again. “Using all them big ass words. I been to college, and still have to look up half the shit Niesha be saying.”
Even Niesha had to laugh at that one. That was the thing about Sylvia. She talked shit but nobody really took her seriously. Even though most of what she said was true. She was like that older sister everybody had in their family that just said whatever came to her head. So instead of offending people with her comments, she usually just got them to laugh.
Meka was in her chair cracking up along with the other women. But after over two hours of sitting down getting her hair and nails done, she was anxious to get the hell out of there so she could set her Labor Day weekend off right. She had shopping to do. It was already one in the afternoon, and she still wanted to hit the mall and pick up a few items before that shit got packed. Young
The shop was abuzz as usual, as the women talked and laughed about the latest events in the news. “Girl, did you hear how much money P.Diddy’s baby mama Kim Porter is getting in child support?!” one of the women asked.
“Naw, how much?”
“$25,000 a month!!” the first girl exclaimed excitedly. “And that’s just for one kid. There’s twelve months in a year, so y’all can do the math on that one,” she continued.
“Damn, she lucky. Why I can’t never meet me a nigga who’s rich like that?” wondered a woman who sat in a chair getting a pedicure.
“Forget 25,000…shiiiiit, I’d be happy just to get $250 from my triflin’ ass baby daddy,” stated another woman. The salon erupted into laughter.
“You ain’t never lied, girl. Child, these niggas ain’t got no problem coming around when they want some pussy. But as soon as you turn up pregnant, they act like they ain’t have shit to do with that part.”
“That’s why y’all need to stop fuckin’ with all them broke ass niggas! Y’all lowering the price of pussy out here for all the real bitches,” joked Sylvia, who was finishing up Meka’s hair.
“Shit, Sylvia, all the men that do get a lil’ paper be goin’ after them stankin’ ass White girls anyway. It never fails. Once they money get right, they Black asses go White. They start chasin’ behind them anorexic, pale ass bitches!”
“Sounds like somebody has some anger issues,” joked another girl.
“I know one thing for sho’, and two thangs for certain. If they keep fuckin’ wit’ them White girls then I’ma flip it, and find me a cute lil’ White boy to take care of me.”
“NO! Don’t do that, sister. That’s exactly what the White devil wants us to do! To lose hope in the Black Man, who is the foundation of the Black family, the foundation of the universe, and everything in it. He is the Sun, and we are the moons, meant to reflect their light and be their queens. Our whole race is being systematically targeted for extermination. We need to stand by our Black kings, and support their endeavors,” said Niesha, whose boyfriend, Javon Taylor, A.K.A. Knowledge Born, became a member of the 5% nation of gods and earth’s while he was locked up, and doing a five year bid in one of South Carolina’s worst “corruptional” institutions, Lee County.
“There she go, there she go. Ever since Javon came home, you been talkin’ that Black god, kill the devils, free the slaves, move back to Africa and live in a hut shit!” joked Sylvia. “That boy got yo’ head fucked up, Niesha. Next thing you know yo’ Black ass gonna be talkin’ ‘bout how a government conspiracy killed Pac and Biggie.”
The whole room exploded in laughter again. “Using all them big ass words. I been to college, and still have to look up half the shit Niesha be saying.”
Even Niesha had to laugh at that one. That was the thing about Sylvia. She talked shit but nobody really took her seriously. Even though most of what she said was true. She was like that older sister everybody had in their family that just said whatever came to her head. So instead of offending people with her comments, she usually just got them to laugh.
Meka was in her chair cracking up along with the other women. But after over two hours of sitting down getting her hair and nails done, she was anxious to get the hell out of there so she could set her Labor Day weekend off right. She had shopping to do. It was already one in the afternoon, and she still wanted to hit the mall and pick up a few items before that shit got packed. Young
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