Floetry
Chicago, Illinois
7:30 p.m.
"Tonight, we are welcoming our special guest in the building. She's a gorgeous black woman of exuberance, pride, honor, and confidence. Give it up, for the one and only, Miss Drea." Shamonica enunciated so sweetly into the mic once she presented me.
Before making my appearance on stage, I took one more sip from the glass of wine I had. Everyone applauded as I felt welcomed enough to tell a poetry or two. There, the orchestra played melodically lightly in the back.
I am a beautiful black queen
A beautiful black queen with a soul
A beautiful black queen that has so much to hold
So strong that she can not fold
They call me a rock because I'm solid
But if you read between the lines
There comes common sense and knowledge
And like I'm so logic
Logically the one that he acknowledges
He sees that I'm a beautiful black queen
Voluptuous in the right places
Not too spacious
But enough for him to hold these love handles
He tells me "I embrace that shit"
The audience had been captivated by my poetic language. My smile was brighter than anything out this world. To think twenty-five years later I would be standing in front of different various of people to tell a story to, I never imagined it to be this way. Growing up, I always wanted to be a author — To say that it not only enthused me, but it was a coping mechanism for me. I thank my mother, whom introduced me all to it and brought me in poetry since I was a little girl. Floetry was a place of venting and having a good time. I mean, it was everything. That's why I came here to do the same. I wanted to share my narratives with the people that can relate to me. They ain't called me Floetry for a reason.
After wrapping up my session, everyone whistled and snapped their fingers. I felt special every time, knowing that there was no other environment like this one. Towards the bar, I headed and sat down to have another drink that I desired to have, which was a margarita martini.
"Girl, you were outstanding! Can't no hoe compete with you." Jasmine exclaimed as she complimented my work while making my drink. I shook my head at crazy ass.
"Now you know I don't judge people work, but thank you baby. What time you out of here?"
"Ten girl and can't wait. I got a man back at home that's waiting to rub these feet." I chuckled at her comment once she finished my drink and sat it down in front of me.
"Lucky you. I wish I had somebody to rub mine.." I blandly stated, twirling the straw in my drink around with the crushed up cubes.
"Can I be that somebody?" I heard a deep voice come up from beside me. My head cocked up so quick, I almost choked on my drink and I didn't even know how to retaliate to the male's remark.
"I'm Antonio and you are?" He asked, lifting my soft chubby manicured hand up to his lips. I damn near blushed.
"Um, I'm Andrea. But I prefer Drea."
"It's nice to meet you, beautiful black queen." He mimicked me from my poetry earlier, "I wanted to tell you that you did wonderful up there. I love a woman that talks some shit." He smirked, licking over his plumped lips.
Speechless had been what I felt. This man is fine as hell and out of all the other women in here, he chose to talk to a big girl like me? I'm very much astounded.
"It's my pleasure and I appreciate it." I could tell Jasmine was eavesdropping into our conversation with drying off a couple bar glasses she got done cleaning. Antonio then slipped a piece of paper inside my jean jacket I had on once I looked up and make eye contact with him.
"Call me.." He whispered inside my ear before leaving out the joint. It was something about him that made him so attractive. Was it because he was a gentleman or because he had a whole lot of hood in him? I took the piece of paper out when glancing down at it when shoving it back inside my pocket, seeing Jasmine stare at me with a smirk.
"Girl, if I was you I would so fucking call him.. Did you see how he looked at you? He wanted to eat yo ass up. He was most definitely spitting game and chile, he look like he packing good dic-.."
"Jas!" I cut her off as I rubbed my face to keep from laughing. This woman was a whole mess.
"What!? I'm just saying.." she laughed and proceeded to clean the rest of the glasses. "Them chains around his neck..He gotta be a rapper or something, but still though.. I would call him fasho.." I rolled my eyes at her as I gritted and kissed my teeth in.
"I'll see.." I wasn't for certain about it. I haven't had a man approach me since five years ago and ain't no telling what his intentions might've been. I had to get to know him first and foremost before anything.