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It's been two months since that night. When I said that I felt like my life would never be the same, it was the truth. I used to love this game. The Drug dealing, Gun slinging life was all I knew until that night. Every night before I go to sleep I pull out that little peace of paper with her number on it and stare at it. I want to dial those digits so bad but I can't. Outside of this neighborhood the white man rules the world. Although my kingdom is small its all I have. Maureen found it in her heart to forgive me. The problem is I can't forgive myself. She was right about one thing. I am a Black Bastard. I was born inside these Ghetto Walls and inside these Ghetto Walls is where I will live and die... Forever a Ghetto Bastard.
The End
This is just a story and nothing else.
Peace
BlackZilla
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- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoAlways the same story. A black man is raping a white woman, fucking her brains out the way her white husband with his tiny pecker has never been able to do, Her mind tries to fight but her body is getting excited cumming several time, something that's never happened with her husband. It's impossible to resist and the woman goes from rape victim to willing sex partner.
I mean, come on!
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoI wish they would have hooked up at leash one more time, if not more. But I still enjoyed it
EvelynEdenover 6 years agoFantastic story telling, just beautiful and hauntingly sad at the end.
