A.N.MALLORY
THOUGHTS OF A
YOUNG BLACK
WOMAN
POEMS &
SHORT STORIES
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When Tears Became my Soul’s Shower...
For the longest time I craved my husband. His skin was so dark and beautiful, scars on almost every part of him big or small impressed me because I knew he had a story to tell, and he was funny as hell to me always kept me laughing. He seemed to be so into me, always kept his hands and eyes on me until they weren’t. Before I knew it, I had to ask for his time and question where his attention was. I started feeling lonely, unwanted and unnoticed. I always knew there where graveyards made up of his skeletons and of course like a lot of us women we ignore all the things that’s telling us to run for the fucking hills. One of the worse things a person can do in my opinion is lie to you. I take it as being called stupid which is obviously a fucking insult. Please somebody tell me why didn’t I stay away after escaping the first time? As all these thoughts ran through my head a knock on my office door startled me so bad I bumped my knee on the desk, face flushed with pain and embarrassment before I could fully collect myself in walks my assistant with a man that snatched everything out of me without any effort of trying. Next thing I know this beautiful figure held his hand out “I’m LaRoyce, pleasure to meet you.” For what seemed like forever I just stood there stuck in my tracks so impressed by this man. When I was finally able to break myself from his unintentional hypnosis, I was able to push out “likewise, I’m Adri.”
I never knew that a business meeting would lead to such a beautiful friendship. LaRoyce and I have been hanging for about six months now and believe me when I say I enjoy every single fucking moment of it. He’s so real and down to earth. It’s funny cause you know what I love the most about our friendship is that it’s real and without obligation cause let’s just be honest we all know when something is bullshit. Before him for a long time I found myself showering excessively to have the feeling of water against my body other than all the tears that fell working on overload to try and cleanse my soul. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found myself in LaRoyce’s arms and finally set free from Romelo. One afternoon after a business lunch meeting, I got a text from Romelo with the same damn lie and routine that he’s been feeding me for the past 8 years now telling me he had to go make a run and that he wouldn’t make it home tonight. In that very moment I said to myself “NOMORE!” I went to the house that used to be my home for a very short period of time need I add, packed my shit, left a note, that key and that mutha fucking ring! Cause what brother man didn’t know was I had a plan just like him I got in my car and pulled up to my own home and locked my door and got intimacy all night long from a real man. Jan 21,2025.
Written By: Adri Mallo
Am I crazy for thinking after my husband had a baby on me that he would change, of course I am? Should I feel guilty for having a little fun myself and thinking about having a little more!! I was all in my head about the last time me and Lay'Von was together that man sets my soul on fire! "Good morning baby," Honest said so softly while kissing my face disrupting my thoughts!! "Hi good morning babe how you feeling," I asked my husband as if I truly cared. We been through so much I just can't go there with him anymore. I found a reason to escape the room, I needed to get to phone cause oh wee I need Lay'Von!!
My secrecy
So, Darcy you mean to tell me you over here getting your ass whooped by this clown ass dude and you just now saying something to us, like for real friend what’s going on? I just sat there speechless and embarrassed. Naria and Alethea have been my best friends since middle school, how could I ever tell them what’s been going on? I feel like I’m more afraid of their responses than I am of Constance when he comes home on a drunk night. I was hoping I could avoid the question, but I guess it’s kinda hard to ignore it when my eye is the size of a Georgia Peach. I want to scream out so badly at them and tell them to please save me but I’m so afraid for so many different reasons. Naria broke my thoughts with those same bombarding questions she just asked, and this time Alethea chimed in. “So are you going to tell us what the hell is going on, since when do we keep important stuff like this from one another. That was it I couldn’t take it anymore before I knew it, I was balling to my girls filling them in on all the many nights Constance came in mad at the world cause shit not going right for him and me getting the back lash. It was so hurtful and some of the things he’s done I feel so ashamed to even repeat. If his plate wasn’t waiting for him he’d throw everything across the kitchen and it was either I clean it up, start the meal over and eat alone or he’d break my jaw, sadly I believed him I learned from the first time it happened, and I didn’t oblige. I had never been hit by a man, so it sparked a fear and anger never felt before. By the time I was done talking my besties had me wrapped in their arms crying and consoling me, man these my bitches! I decided to take them up on their offer to stay with them until I find my own place, I’m happy I finally told them I feel free. I went upstairs to pack a few things, and something told me to look out the window. Constance was pulling in the driveway and he had his silly ass friends with him they all sickens me. Aw man I tried to get out of here before he got back, GOT DAMN IT. Forget it Darcy whatever ain’t packed leave it, I told myself. Right as I’m walking to the door, I hear Naria say “aw so you a bitch made n***and her gun cocked!!Feb 26,2025
Written By: Adri Mallo
Bio
Poetry and short stories are a get away for me. I also use it as a way to give myself a peace of mind. An escape goat when I can't express myself verbally. My writing is the internal me. I am not a professional and do not have a team, however, I am looking to publish someday. I am a young black woman with a lot to say and so much to give. I want people to engage in my writing not just to enjoy it but to also relate and learn.
I would love for young girls to get in-tuned with me and allow me to help them grow into strong women. I am here not only to write poems and short stories but to talk about everyday life and the different experiences I encounter.
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