20 Reviews 

Thank you to everyone who downloaded my new book! It is still on sale in Kindle. 

Unfortunately I’m still in need of reviews. (Those pesky things) and if you can spare as little as 3 mins of your time. I would love it if you could drop an Amazon review. 


C. L Cunningham 

It was all a dream pt.1

Sitting in this hotel room bored and looking at my phone. Suddenly I get a notification. It’s a DM on my IG so I open it up expecting it to be some guy who has nothing to say but wants someone to stroke his ego. I’m fully prepared to play to the game because I have tricks of my own. So I open it up and I just about piss on myself..I can’t believe it this nigga has finally answered me back. This dude right here is the Mr. Big to my Carrie Bradshaw. I mean I’m about to be childish and jump around but I don’t want anyone else to see my ridiculous display of excitement. I read the message and it simply says “Ready?”

Now I’m puzzled as fuck but me being the smart ass that I am I reply “Always”.

So I wait and wait..a damn hour goes by and his game playing ass responds “what’s the address?” I’m like huh? Then I remember that I told his ass to send me a uber like 3 weeks ago. So I put the address on. Within seconds he says ” Be outside in 1hr 30 mins. I put “K” partly because I can’t believe it and partly because I’m annoyed by the limited content of these DM’s…

But I shake that shit off faster than a roach with the lights on. I jump up and try to find something to wear. I’m frantically throwing stuff out the one bag of clothes I brought on my run away trip to destination California. I put on the best combination of bullshit I can find. Whip my hair up into a good enough hair do and have my daughter do my makeup. I mean I’m an okay looking chic but I’m sure he’s had a plenty of bad bitches and I’m just a real one…( what can I say I’m super basic like old girl in 50 shades).

Time goes by and I take my ass down stairs to wait for something to pull up and say get in. It’s a black SUV with tint windows I assume that it’s for me and I’m right. The driver gets out opens the door and asks for my name. I get in and we head onto the 215.

Now everything is going through my mind. I’m about to be like yo just let me out I’m not even about this life. I haven’t had another man touch me in over 12yrs. I’m freaking out and punking out the further we drive but I have to suck it up because me and my mouth just cashed a check we don’t know how to cover and the driver just pulled over to a sports car and stopped… oh shit… it’s not him. It’s someone else. Dude calls me by my name and tells me to get into the passenger seat. I’m like stranger danger I’m not going to do that. So he starts laughing at me. I don’t know what is funny but I know I’m about to pull out my blade. He pulls out his phone dials a number and hands it to me.

I’m super close to cussing this mutha fucka all the way out but as soon as I say hello his ol deep lumberjack sounding ass says ” could you get yo ass in the car”. I’m both shocked and appalled but I like being told what to do by a man who’s not intimidated by my hood mentality. Plus he said it so strong I damn near splash myself.. I for real got turned on. So I open the door and get in. I hand dude his phone back without one word. He laughs at me again and this time I laugh too, I did just get checked and it wasn’t a thing I would do about it. He turns up his music and I sit back and watch the lines in the road go by..this is happening now so I guess I’ll go with it…

We start hitting some back roads to what seems to be nowhere but obviously it’s nowhere I’ve been before. We end up where there’s some pretty nice looking houses. Now I’ve been to a couple of mansions in my day. My soon to be ex knew people in low places with big bank accounts and since we both have been on the opposite side of the law I was never impressed by the finer things. I’ve sold and dated those who sold. I got into the music business helping a few get their foot in the door. I’ve done the radio station and celebrity street team scenes. I’ve been there for the shine and found a way to shine myself. My old house wasn’t a snooze fest it just wasn’t like this.

So dude parks amongst the other cars and we get out. He walks me up to a big ass door and just pushed his way into the house. Music is blaring and the lights are dim. Perfect bitches are everywhere. I mean these hoes have hoes. The men are dressed in expensive ass regular looking clothes. If it wasn’t for the labels I wouldn’t know the difference. I’m watching all this soaking it up and thinking to myself “this dude invited me to a damn party!” I don’t want my first face to face to be in front of a ton of people. I mean what if he takes one look at me doesn’t like what he sees and now I’m stuck at a fucking party in my feelings. But there ain’t shit I can do about it now so I continue to follow dude. He ask me if I smoke. I’m like yeah so he hands me a pre rolled and I say thank you. He also asks me if I want anything else. I say no thanks and he tells me he’s gonna find Mr. Big Shot. I say okay and try to find a wall to wallflower.

The music is good but the atmosphere is wack. Dudes are being straight disrespectful and the hoes and their hoes are eating it up. Some girl is in the corner doing way too much and I’m sure her moms would disapprove of all of it. I walk up some stairs with a small amount of room for me to sit down. I open up the pre rolled to check and see if I see something I’m not comfortable with in it. It looks koo so I reach for my lighter and light it up. Now I’ve got one leg up and the other stretched long. I’m letting the vibe of the music calm my nerves or maybe it’s the herb giving me comic sense of control. I’m feeling like Alessia Cara…wtf am I doing here? From afar I see a tall drink of water. He’s a smiley all teeth sexy specimen. I stare for more than a minute because I can tell he hasn’t seen where I’m sitting. I’m watching him work the crowd and work the bitches. I’d get jealous but if he didn’t want me here I damn sure wouldn’t have gotten the ride.

It takes him awhile to find me and he looks up at the stairs and shakes his head..I’m sure he doesn’t know what to do with my anti social ass but I believe he has some type of plan up his sleeve…

C L  Cunningham

This day

Life is ever changing. There’s always someone who wants to be where you are. If a person has never had someone to love your broken relationship is an experience they’d like to see. For a mom who’s lost her pregnancy she wishes she had the chance to hold hers once and some moms well they’re wishing they missed out on the pain of holding on.

You may need a better job because your job isn’t covering the bills while someone else wishes they had a job just to eat. 

Millionaires want billions and people in poverty just want out. We’re all just running around missing blessings and forgetting to stop and love this moment whatever it may be. Because today doesn’t happen tomorrow. And tomorrow may never be seen. Take a minute to love this moment for whatever it may be. It may be your moment of strength or your moment of weakness that you needed to get so low to find your redemption. Whatever it is take a mental snapshot because it won’t happen this wAy again. 

C L Cunningham

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