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Amunetta falls in love with her sister’s ex-husband, Ronald. She marries the love of her life, Ronald but reveals to him a secret - she also loves beautiful women! Together they pursue a polygynous life but fantasy turns nightmare as Amunetta’s friend Ranisha gets pregnant by her husband and drama ensues.
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Script Snippets
Amunetta is a 5”4’ firecracker with a face that makes men stop and take notice, and women too. Brunette hair falls in ringlets that tickle her hips, strong hips that sway with deep passion
Amunetta has finally found her male complement in Ronald who is a darkly melanated man 9 years her senior. He has the body of a swimmer and the soul of a bass guitar. Such lovers could frolic together in fields of white lilies but life is not so simple, and she detests clichés.
“Ronald”
“Yes,”
“You know I love you.” Amunetta furrows her brow.
“I know. I love you too, but what’s on your mind?”
“Promise me you’ll still love me, that we’ll always be together.”
“I won’t promise you that. Are you screwing the milk man?” He laughs.
“Oh, you’re so funny. Promise me.”
“Yes,”
“You know I love you.” Amunetta furrows her brow.
“I know. I love you too, but what’s on your mind?”
“Promise me you’ll still love me, that we’ll always be together.”
“I won’t promise you that. Are you screwing the milk man?” He laughs.
“Oh, you’re so funny. Promise me.”
“Amunetta, I can’t promise you that.” He strokes his thickly coiled beard and says, “Just tell me what you’re talking about woman.”
“It’s hard to explain.” She looks down to clean her nails. “I really don’t know the perfect words to say.”
“Just be straight up.”
“Okay, well, I love you Ronald but I like women too.”
“I don’t understand. Speak layman’s.”
“Well, I’m attracted to women too.”
“So what does that mean?”
“It’s hard to explain.” She looks down to clean her nails. “I really don’t know the perfect words to say.”
“Just be straight up.”
“Okay, well, I love you Ronald but I like women too.”
“I don’t understand. Speak layman’s.”
“Well, I’m attracted to women too.”
“So what does that mean?”
“Could I be more plain?”
He scoots down on the couch they are sharing and turns to get a better view into her eyes. “Oh, so now we’re answering questions with questions? Don’t do me.”
“Please, Ronald, don’t be angry with me. I don’t know the perfect words to say. I said that.”
His voice wavering, “Have you cheated on me with a woman?”
“No, no. I’ve never been unfaithful. You know that.”
“Please, Ronald, don’t be angry with me. I don’t know the perfect words to say. I said that.”
His voice wavering, “Have you cheated on me with a woman?”
“No, no. I’ve never been unfaithful. You know that.”
“Then what? What do you want? Do you not still want to be married?”
“Yes, you know I said I do. I meant what I said. I just want to be with a woman too. You know like polygamy.”
“But we’re not white. And we’re not Mormon.”
“Yes, you know I said I do. I meant what I said. I just want to be with a woman too. You know like polygamy.”
“But we’re not white. And we’re not Mormon.”
“Oh, Ronald we don’t have to be to be white or Mormon. Black people do polygamy too you know.”
“So you want me to have two wives?” He says raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, I want to find a woman that will love us both mutually. No cheating.”
“No cheating?”
“No cheating. Absolute honesty.”
“Well, you know I’ll have to like her too. No dike bitches.”
“Yes, I want to find a woman that will love us both mutually. No cheating.”
“No cheating?”
“No cheating. Absolute honesty.”
“Well, you know I’ll have to like her too. No dike bitches.”
“Don’t call them bitches. I don’t like butch women anyways. I like pillow princesses.” She smiles not caring about the tiny wrinkles beginning to creep.
“Amunetta stop. There you go reading again.”
“Amunetta stop. There you go reading again.”
“So you’re ok with this.”
“Yes, I just always thought women would be like my mama. Till I got with you citified chicks.”
“Please, spare me. No I won’t be creasing your jeans and hanging up all your clothes every Saturday. Or putting your initials on your drawers, mating your s-”
“Please, spare me. No I won’t be creasing your jeans and hanging up all your clothes every Saturday. Or putting your initials on your drawers, mating your s-”
“That’s not what I meant. You know my folks been together 50 years. Just them. That’s what I meant.”
“Come on now. You know your daddy was dipping out.”
“Come on now. You know your daddy was dipping out.”
“Don’t go there.”
“Well it’s the truth. Just because they have the traditional marriage, it’s far from perfect. At least we have honesty.”
“I’ll take honesty, but I think you’re on crack.”
“Hush, remember you’re no longer allowed to bring up about my being a crack baby.” She laughs and hits Ronald playfully in the chest.
“Hush, remember you’re no longer allowed to bring up about my being a crack baby.” She laughs and hits Ronald playfully in the chest.
“Thank you. It took a lot for me to be honest. It’s been hard worrying all these months if you would accept me. I just had to tell you before the wedding.”
“I’m glad you did. But don’t be feeling some type of way when she gets in here ironing my clothes. Oh and scratching my back just the way I like it.”
“I won’t.” I don’t think I will.
“I’m glad you did. But don’t be feeling some type of way when she gets in here ironing my clothes. Oh and scratching my back just the way I like it.”
“I won’t.” I don’t think I will.
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Ranisha squats against her broken mattress leaned against the wall in the hallway hunkering over the phone. She is a short statured woman with dark cocoa bean skin. Ranisha’s been talking to Amunetta so long she’s lost track of the hours. Sugary words and voluptuous breasts spill over her low-cut dress overshadowing her plain face aged from years of cigarette smoke. She smells of an ashtray sprinkled with musk oil.
“What else are you interested in besides black power?” Amunetta snickers and then goes silent, thinking of the poem she wrote a couple years ago.
See you ain’t had no sun this summer
you ‘bout as white as your mom.
Aunt Nura poured milk into a coffee cup
until foam licked the brim,
See you ain’t had no sun this summer
you ‘bout as white as your mom.
Aunt Nura poured milk into a coffee cup
until foam licked the brim,
and stacked Oreo cookies
on a white paper towel.
Hop on up.
I climbed onto the wooden stool
letting my thin legs dangle,
circling
them just above checkered tiles, and family photos
reflected beneath me. She sat dipping the Oreo
Hop on up.
I climbed onto the wooden stool
letting my thin legs dangle,
circling
them just above checkered tiles, and family photos
reflected beneath me. She sat dipping the Oreo
into her coffee cup
until it sogged.
This is how you eat it so it goes down smooth.
I took one and held it in my hand sat there watching that cookie
until it sogged.
This is how you eat it so it goes down smooth.
I took one and held it in my hand sat there watching that cookie
as I turned it on its sides
and broke it in two
then I scraped away the cream
with my tongue.
and broke it in two
then I scraped away the cream
with my tongue.
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The doorbell rings, and Amunetta takes one last look into the bathroom mirror, checking her teeth for any leafy green embarrassments. Then she reaches a finger into her pink-laced panties, slipping it inside of her yoni. She brings it to her nose and then into her mouth to check it’s sweetness.
“I’m coming!” Amunetta yells as she makes her way to the door. “Come on in Ranisha.”
“Hey, how are you?” Ranisha stutters slightly.
“I’m coming!” Amunetta yells as she makes her way to the door. “Come on in Ranisha.”
“Hey, how are you?” Ranisha stutters slightly.
“I’m cool. Ronald’s just stepped out for a minute. He’ll be back.”
“I brought wine. You said you liked Cupcake Red Velvet?”
“Yep! Thank you much! I’ll put it on some ice now. Check out these wine glasses I got from Pinot’s Palette.”
“The painting place?”
“The painting place?”
Amunetta chuckles, “yep, I use to teach there till a woman threw a chair at me because she was sipping more than painting.”
“Oh no, thug painters.” Ranisha joins the laughter.
“Oh no, thug painters.” Ranisha joins the laughter.
“Let me take your bags.”
“No that’s ok I’d rather hold on to them.”
“You sure? You look a little tired actually. Girl, what you hiding in that purse anyway? Twins?”
“I know. I know. It’s heavy. I need to clean it out. I am a little tired though. You want to watch a movie in the bed?”
“Sure, make yourself at home, sis.”
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