I looked around her bedroom to decide what I could do without for a while. Condom wrappers were everywhere! I smiled. My niggas would think I was the man. I kicked a few shoes to the side wall. I picked up her bra and threw it in the papason. I took the pillows off the floor and threw them on the bed. I straightened out the covers to find the blue and white button down that I wore the night before. I left that behind a chair in the corner to let her know that I’d be back. I left every single condom wrapper where it was…
She walked into her room and looked around. She looked at the flimsy, open packages and remembered the previous night and the morning. She smiled at my half-ass clean up job and she began straightening up a little, starting with the empty little sins that were reminders of something that felt so good. What would her girlfriends think of her if they saw the wrappers everywhere? She threw away everyone she could find. She plopped down on the bed and smelled my scent on her sheets. Behind her chair, she saw my shirt…
Every time I turn on the radio, it’s another artist singing about the opposite sex. Whether it’s about love, club hopping, rims---it’s always about sex. And, (remember your teacher told you not to start a sentence with “And”) hip hop’s blend of “conscious rappers” on TV commercials telling you to “strap it up,” and “gangsta rappers” who phuck for the phuck of it, both support the use of safe sex. Whether its head or condoms, nobody wants to get AIDs….
So basically this is what this blog is about. Condom Rappers? Naw, hell naw. Didn’t you get the memo, Mayne? This is about artistic interpretation. I was talking to somebody last night and they said something about condom wrappers and I decided that that was attention grabbing enough to name my blog. The person I was talking to didn’t understand. I explained that life is bullshit sometimes, and artists depict life. Sometimes you come up with a title first and then figure out what the story is about.
I could go on forever about this “Condom Rappers” thing, Mayne, or I can go on as long as this blog lasts. Phuck with me, world...