Geriatric H*es: I Stole My Great-Grandson’s Girlfriend, Now She Calls Me Daddy and He Calls Me Blocked
YATES MONROE:
Look. I got one foot in the grave and the other planted firm in some young 21-year-old kitty. You think I’m tryna play bingo? Bitch, please. I came to this graduation with my stuff hard off BluChew and a plan. My great-grandson out here parading his lil honor roll girlfriend like I won’t snatch her up and rearrange her insides with these arthritis-havin' hips. She want a man who can handle her. I am that man. Old enough to remember segregation. Still ownin' like I’m tryna break a lease. And guess what?
She calls me Daddy now.
TATIANA:
Yeah, I’m twenty-one. Yeah, my boyfriend’s a pre-med nerd who graduated early. But baby, that don’t mean a thing when his granddaddy show up lookin’ like sin in silk and stroke game in his pocket. I saw Yates and my coochie waved a white flag. I wanted him from the moment he said, “You sittin’ on gold and he treatin’ it like aluminum.” Now I got his name, his babies, his pension, and a walk that still ain’t recovered. I chose old stick over young dreams and walked into a five-bedroom house with my tuition paid and my back blown out.
Seven kids later, he forgettin’ names, but he still remembers how to use that thang.
Love ain’t dead. It just got gray hair and a will with my name on it.
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