Beauty and the Thug

Location

10458
United States
40° 51' 43.8444" N, 73° 53' 9.636" W

a beautiful young woman, styling and profiling like the nature boy Ric Flair
she has beauty more purer than two people having cheap sex
Beauty she is. all she wanted was a prince that will sweep her off her feet like a broom
disappointment after disappointment, her heart went to a depression that made her feel gloom
thankfully, it wasn't sad to the point that she fed her heart and soul medications showered with side effects. none the less, she was sad
as she walks down the street, all she sees are guys that have nothing to offer but a nickel and dime bag
she makes a turn to the next block, more guys who have nothing to give except grief in which she knew it would be a drag
as she keeps walking, she bumps into an old friend since childhood
although the conversation was friendly, she felt he was stagnant in the hood
in the back of her mind, she believe there was hope with him because something stood out
she didn't tell her friends on facebook about him; she knew it would be an online drama like gossip girls, but live
when she saw how he look, perception-pants is lower than a student receiving an f in class
when she saw how he talk, perception-2nd grade education that just completed the series of dr.seuss
when she saw how he acted, perception-more juvenile that a child throwing a tantrum in the streets
in her heart, she knew that he is better than initial perceptions
in her soul, she saw someone with a heart of an innocent child that wants to be love
as time progresses, they spent time and he changed a little because of who she is to him
he was heavily stuck between a rock and a hard place
she will fuss about his poor choices and he would run away faster than the road runner
his lifestyle was very profoundly scary, his boys nickname him the gunner
there was a shootout where shots were fired so deadly, dirty harry would've call back up
the gunner was shot and rush to the hospital
gunner heard the angelic voices of Beauty echoing in the e.m.s " you are better", " this is not you"
the whispers were so touching he wanted to hug those words with cries of love
that night in the hospital, he looked up in the ceiling and visualize life without the streets. life with Beauty
when he closed his eyes, he heard gunshots, hundred shouts all at once, the pleas of Beauty shedding tears to grow up
he woke up with feelings of numb
realizing what he did was dumb
that was the turning point in his life
he made sure life is no longer full of trife
he resurrected his life the way Jesus rose from the dead
he established himself all around like an athlete and made serious bread
he went to her door steps, rang the door bell with a suit and tie
Beauty opened the door and it was gunner (alias Gabriel)
when he said " hey Beauty, it's Gabriel", she was swept off her feet. this time, he had the right broom

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