The views expressed in this column are not the views shared by AllHipHop.com.She walked on stage in black leather knee boots with four
inch heels – without them, she was about 53, Ill bet, maybe less. Her hair was also black – it was
straight and shiny; it looked healthy like her. She
had a young pretty face coated, like the rest of her
self, with Hershey chocolate skin. Her boobies were perky and her
She had a dirty rag in her hand and used it to wipe down the
pole several times. My loud ass
friend said, Is there coochie juice on the pole or something, does the
BAM! We looked up and there the b**ch was, hanging upside
down on the pole, then on the ceiling. Then,
she just showed out for like fifteen minutes. It
was awesome. It was art. It was Cirque de Soleil. It was
gymnastics, it was ballet, it was grimy, it was sexy and seedy.
Now on her knees bent over, she did this dance that made
her booty go up and down and side to side at the same time, like a wave in a storm. I had never
seen anybody do that before. My loud ass friend
said, I wanna learn
how to do that! She said, Maybe thats why I cant keep a man, I
cant do all
them damn tricks!!
I wondered to myself, is that where the word “trick,” comes
from? Is a trick a girl that does
tricks? Would all the dudes in here, call her a trick? Cuz my loud ass
was just calling her b**ch. And if learn how to do some tricks, will I
considered a trick by every man that I show my tricks to? And what if you are the best trick?
Are you still a trick?
This girl was the best I had ever seen. She had mastered her
craft. She was determined and
precise and confident. She stood out like me. She had a strut like
Campbell. She looked happy like Stevie Wonder, and like Obama, all eyes
her. She was the greatest like
Muhammed Ali – the greatest I had ever seen.
She came to our table a little bit later and we asked her to
teach us that booty dance. She tried and we tried, but we were
hopeless. She finally
gave up and said, I cant teach you, but its all in the ankles. Now that she had taught me something, I
wondered about her name. I knew it wasnt bitch or trick. My loud
friend said, Whats
your name? She said, My name is King.
The sparkle in
her eye lingered after she took our money and walked away. We had called her all kinds of names,
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