Kush Jersey

He possesses the mark of beauty … that glorious beauty mark that sits on the left side of the most beautiful face one has seen. The majesty of one small dark brown dot, placed in the perfect position on such a wonderful surface…his face. His avi tells the story of his lifestyle… the short version. He is a gorgeous caramel color, yet, the “chinkiness” of his eyes reveals that there is another ancestry hidden in his pores. His hair is a sandy colored mess of what looks to be the softest material known to man. After finally tearing your eyes away from adoring his hair you are immediately recaptured into his spell binding splendor by his eyes. The lineage of Puerto Rican in his blood rest in his dark seizing eyes that even through a picture clutches every ounce of one’s attention. Then comes the mark, the beauty mark that makes you fall in love with him. Introducing Derek, better known as “DK Kush”.

“Dk Kush” can be found running reckless through a twitter timeline. His thoughts speak pot head intellect. Uncensored… his short choices of words tell the tale of a young, rebellious, super smart sweetheart. He says what he wants and does as he pleases… a man like this could have anyone he desired. Any man that can woo the panties off a woman with his words is a bad muthafucker. DK Kush is the baddest muthafucka one could come across. You have no choice but to love him and pray he loves you even half as much. Do you wait to see if you will get noticed by such a creature in a sea of internet hoes with perfect photoshopped bodies? Do you find a way into his conversation, a tunnel into his thought process simply to make him aware that you exist? A smart woman does neither. A man like DK Kush chooses. He decides if you are worth the time and the effort. See he doesn’t mind working for what he wants, it makes him feel accomplished. DK wants to want a woman more than she wants him. So you wait… wait until you are detected. Once he sees you, once you have captured an iota of his attention, the hard part begins, keeping it. This being is not satisfied with mediocre conversation, he is not interested in ordinary personalities. You know this because he chose you and you are anything but average. Give him a taste of your extraordinary persona. Not too much, remember, DK needs a challenge.  A few social exchanges of wits and you both feel the need to become more personal, more intimate. Yet, as luck would have it, this dream man is an estimated 1234 miles, 1985.51 kilometers, 20.6 hours away going 60 mph… google snitched. So, for now, numbers are exchanged and this “more intimate” setting is the constant thread of text messages that begins. He doesn’t give you much at first, makes you put in a little work to prove your worth. No information is voluntarily revealed, yet no answer is left unanswered if asked. The first 24 hours you nag… question after question of the most basic information one could know about someone. Somehow his basis needed to be learned to understand the totality of DK. You acquire that he is a Jersey boy, born and raised, half black and the other half Puerto Rican as is his mother, his siblings from youngest to oldest, and a few of his favorites. At this point one cannot hold back, the less he tells you the more you want to know. You urge to know everything about him… Who’s his favorite rapper, how does he feel about Obama, What does he want to be when he grows up,  what kind of soap does he use… will he marry you? Even the most trivial knowledge regarding DK is hungered for… which is why you give him all of you. The most untrustworthy hurt woman would not hesitate to give her heart to him. You have not yet reached that point of emotional pain in life, had not yet become the “bitter old lady”. In hopes that you never see that extreme you give yourself to him…entirely. After the initial day long of acting like new lovers that craved the attention of each other, you knew it would end. DK is worldly, he gets bored quick. You know he has forgotten you in the 4 hours of sleep he managed to make himself get after being half dead texting you back and forth with no breaks longer than 20 minutes. But when he wakes, you are invited back into his world, although you haven’t actually left as you refused to let him go to sleep and therefore met him in your dreams. The next few days go by in a wave of Dk. You go through the motions of life in Louisiana but your mind, your heart, your love is in jersey. Two separate worlds that are far from each other in time, distance and culture…yet you both remain with each other in a similar cloud of local kush and exact clouds of pure, unselfish love for the other. Love at first sight is somewhat abnormal, what we had is alien to most people that walk this earth amongst the yous and the DKs. Eight days, one day over a week, he tells you he loves you. Your reply? “I love you too”… and it is true. You love him… you don’t question his love for you.., you love him enough for the both of you and you trust him enough to believe what he says is nothing short of the truth. You are drunken with love… intoxicated with thoughts of a man that you have not yet touched, high as no form of drug has ever allowed you to catapult. Ten days, you have known him for ten days, and feel as if he has been part of your life forever, as if he had stolen your pacifier when you two were still in pampers. You don’t though, yet you know him better than people that have watched DK learn to open his eyes. What he shared with you was more than a lifetime of simply knowing who DK was. In ten days Derek had given you his lifetime… past, present and future. His past is what leads you to him, being part of his present makes you yearn to be part of his future. Imagine loving DK… Imagine DK loving you… feels good…. Take my word… That mark… the mark that signifies YOUR DK Kush… my DK Kush. Ily… <3

~Viola Monroe