..My Point of Viewby tcs1963I open our bedroom door, looking inside, I see you're still sleeping. Since the beginning, I have always loved to watch yo...u sleep. So vulnerable, yet strong and beautiful.You're laying there prone on your tummy. Our blanket tangled around those beautiful legs. The wrapping barely covers your nakedness. The glow of my handprint still glows vivid pink on your cheeks.You are wearing my old and faded April Wine concert t-shirt as your nightgown, as usual. It is pushed up. My eyes are very dark, my hair is also dark but in contrast with my tanned skin it looks lighter than it really is. My breasts are small, b cup, pretty cute whatsoever and I have a very big butt that earned me lots of comments back in high school. Nicki Doria they used to call me.Until my late teenage years my parents didn’t let me hang out with boys. They wanted me to go to university and then get married before having sex, my father never even mentioned the word in front of me, it was. I’m simply telling the truth. Back in Haiti, I knew plenty of educated, intelligent and sophisticated black men and black women. These were the people who headed my country’s businesses, schools, corporations, churches, etc. I thought the black men and black women of America would be the same way. I was terribly, horribly and terrifyingly wrong. America’s black men and black women were for the most part lazy, uneducated, ill-mannered and bitter. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. Seriously.. She could tell by the tone of his voice, he wasn't happy to hear this."Why didn't you tell us? You could've moved in with Rita and me!" No, Rex, you guys have your own lives. You don't need me. Besides I think you know how I feel about Keith. We've fallen in love." Rex did not want to hear this.When she was through with Rex on the computer, Rita instant messaged her a little later."I hear you're living with Keith now? Wow! That developed quickly." Rita said happily. Now maybe Rex would leave.