The Shape of Things

the shape of things I saw both videos. in one she has her flowered blouse on, white jeans and her hair is done. in another, jeans with holes, a white spaghetti strapped shirt and hair out of place. today she wore the same white pants and I nailed her with the reason I didn’t want to see them on her. enraged with the black female’s anger she was taught to mimic, she screamed with a ghetto animation: “take me home!” I gave no disagreement, it was then she gave an accusation to match her paranoia. “go be with your women!” I told her she must be happy, with her white pants on and her fat gangster she fought so gallantly for, she could live up to the tears she dropped for him to catch. as she ran her ghetto filled mouth, I reminded her not to forget throwing her gang sign up like she had in the videos with him. she turned, stood proud and threw her gang sign with a child’s arrogance full of false security. I could only laugh at their sign and night’s betrayal to their lovers and how it made them dirtier than whores. she denies all of it but her consistent fight for their time together gave her the love she’s grown without and failed to find in ???k. the shape of things is evident: he used his @#$%^& to ???? her and she used the circle in her gang sign to ???? him off while she moved her mouth on his ???s that are bigger than hers. away from the man she claims to love, away from the woman he calls his wife, they made each other feel good. the shape of their nights creates what she wanted me to let go and what he didn’t want his wife to know. she stood there throwing her gang sign at 36 years old, throwing it with a strong love for her fat gangster. the two who hid under each other’s lie gave shape. round pegs inside squares never work. she has the moral compass of a bull-s??tter. By: Chicano Eddie 10.28.18