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There’s this shawty you been seeing, and you’d like to take it to the next level, if you know what I mean, cuz you been feeling her. But she a hustla or whatever and never really got time, plus, she got this bad ass son. Kyng Nasiir Jo’Nathan Williams. All them please stop watching reality tv ass names, for a child you mostly regard as Satan. 

One day she call you like, “Usually, I don’t do this but,” and you just know she gon say some freaky but what she really say is, “I desperately need a baby sitter,” You already thinking about how you finna fake kill your granny as an excuse to get out of this but then she say, “I promise I will make it up to you.” and the way she says promise makes you tingle. So you like, how long. She say, just a couple hours, she got an interview. 

She drops this little asshole off and the first thing he does is kick you in the knee. He’s just six, so you refrain from chin checking him. Instead you ask him if he like Batman. No. Video games? No. You an adult and lazy, so you trying to avoid the physical things, like running, kids like to do. Uno? Monopoly? Nigga, Bop it? He looking at you like you speaking a foreign language. He say, he wanna go to the park. First instinct say, no. But then he start doing that tantrum shit. Fine. We going to the park, besides single moms love park daddies. 

The park is just a couple blocks away so yall walk. When you get to there all eyes are certainly on you. You start doing fake dad shit, like asking him to grab your hand, and to watch his step. You even stop to tie the lil nigga shoe! Look at you! Instagram dad ass lol. You already thinking this is not that bad, Kyng is having a good time, although he’s that kid on the park using none of the equipment the way it was intended. Jumping off the swings, going down the slides backwards. It’s not long before he’s got most of the kids attention, the  same way you got all these ladies attention. They like them some you boy.

“Hi I’m Angela, but you can call me Angie.” Comes out of nowhere. You look up and this woman takes a seat next to you. You laughing to yourself because she really way too fine to be talking to you. You ain’t no ugly nigga, but okay she Bria Myles fine and she make you feel regular as Tuesday.  Now you mad you ain’t stop to get ya lining cleaned up. But Tyrone ass always got a line and appointments that are really suggestions. Fuck Tyrone man. She so fine, your ears are ringing. You can’t even really hear this intense game of hide and seek going on. You can’t even hear her, you just sitting there nodding. 

“Which one is he?” She asks. “Is who?” She laughs and says your son. Damn, you forgot you was a fake dad already. You look around, but you don’t see him. Kids are scrambling everywhere, and their voices all sound the same. You don’t want to look like a dumbass so you just point to a random kid in a green shirt. She says, but I thought he was wearing red? You say you color blind, she say well that’s her son. Now you’ve lost both this kid and your will to live from sheer embarrassment.  You walk off as fast as you can, say you gotta find shorty. But really, where the fuck did he go?

Your phone start ringing and it’s a video call from bae. Do you answer? I mean if you don’t she gon call again, and again, and again, and then before you know it your face gon be all over the news, circulating faster than a blunt on 420 accusing you of kidnapping. So you answer. She like hey how’s it going? You say actually yall playing hide and seek and you kinda getting in the middle. She like EXCUSE ME, but make sure he eats, he gets a little unpredictable when hungry. What dat mean? But she hang up like, gotta go, bye. You too busy thanking god she ain’t ask for proof you ain’t killed the lil monster by now to think much of the fact that she’s obviously in a restaurant.

You return back toward the park, shouting his name, but you’re soon drowned out by the nerve picking music of an ice cream truck. But that’s the perfect kid magnet, you go this way. When you get there, the kids accumulate in droves. You waiting for Kyng to pop up when you notice a group of women in khaki pants and cardigans staring hard as fuck at you, their arms crossed. You think oh no, the extramoms.com are here. One leans over to the other whispering and still staring at you. Wow, seeing Black dads over here cannot be that uncommon Susan -witcha racist ass. Then you hear, “PERV! Get away from the kids!” What the fuck. Now what. How you bout to convince them you waiting on a kid when you not even sure what shirt color he wearing?

So you walk away trying to get out of the line of vision of the extra moms before they call the police. No Black person has ever had time for that.(blacklivesmatter). You see a man in a long black coat walking down the street, holding a child’s hand, wearing a red shirt with Kyng’s hair cut. They’re walking unusually fast. Jesus Roberto Christ, really? You run at them yanking the child from him. Then a very pregnant SHE smacks the Black off of you. You feel like taking pictures with snapbacks, squinty eyes and no shirt all of a sudden. “Getcho hands off my baby!” She yells. “Come on Major, I got to pee!” You’re a hater, so you’ll be glad when the adjective name phase is over. You really think you’re at your worst when baby girl texts that she is on her way back from the interview.

You working harder than a stripper in income tax season to come up with a good reason for this child being lost. If you got jumped that makes you look like a weak muhfukka. If you lost him, that make you look like a stupid muhfukka. Your head hanging lower than your credit score. When you hear, “hey there you are!” It’s Angie, and who do she got but motherfucking KYNG! You like man, I been looking all over for him. She says she found him laying down in the sand box. Figured he was dehydrated so she gave him some juice, and some crackers just cause. At this point you are convinced god is a Black woman. You thank her profusely and tell her you have to go. She hugs you real tight and says she’ll see you next time. You could have gotten her number but you prolly definitely gotta get him some food before she gets back. 

From the last street before your apartment, you see shawty get out of a car looking like heavy whipping cream, delicious and wholesome ya know. A man steps out after her, and the’re chatting it up. Who is this great value Idris Elba looking nigga? Is this chick laughing? Is she really entertained by this Count Chocula ass nigga? What he joking about? Stock Portfolio options and golf? You can see him pull back his sleeve to reveal a nice watch. Look at this rollie wearing ass nigga. Did she really sucker you into watching her kid to go on a gottdamn date? Come to think of it, she was in a restaurant. Now you big mad. You bought this kid a happy meal. A whole 4 dollars! In this economy?!

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C: It really disgust me when people only want to be in a interracial relationship to have some cute mixed kids. The people (mostly white girls) at my high school are always saying that they’re gonna have a mixed kid with some blue eyes and wavy hair. Like they’re is still a chance of your kid coming out dark with some serious naps. And your really being unfair to your partner if that’s all you want from them.

I love Children of Men. I own the movie and every time it's on cable I sit and watch it!! Such an underrated movie that is the truth of Mankind surviving. Melanin and all❤️