She's Gotta Have It (2017) s01e02 Episode Script

1 [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING.]
One, two, one, two, three Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? [SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS.]
The black female form.
Wide-hipped and honey-dipped under the sun and under the constant gaze of "mennnnn-y.
" Many.
[CHUCKLES.]
I've always wanted to paint Shemekka, that special brand of Brooklyn brown, BK all day.
Never apologizing for the suck of her teeth, the snap of her neck, or how she moves her black female form through the world.
Zero fucks given.
- [REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING.]
- Remember? 2006.
Crown Heights house party.
Mad niggas! DJ was fiyah.
I was on the dance floor, - winin', killin' it - [CHUCKLES.]
when this crazy broad spilled her drink on me.
I did not.
You bumped into me.
Now, pose.
I almost bust that ass.
But I took mercy on you, and look at us now.
You nostalgic ass! Enough memories, dance hall queen.
Make me look amazin'.
So Nadia's father, he can see what he missin'.
What? I'm serious.
Pussy all act like I'm crazy just 'cause I don't want my child around his big-booty-havin' freak of the week.
"Freak of the week"? Didn't they just move in together? So? Ain't official till she take his last name.
Even then, my daughter is not calling that bitch "Mommy.
" Ooh! Maybe this little painting can be my little "fuck you" housewarming gift, right? - Let me see.
- Not yet.
- "Not yet.
" - [CHUCKLES.]
Oh, God.
I finally get painted by the one and only Nola Darling, and she won't let me see that shit that's gonna make a nigga wish - he ain't jet for no big booty bitch.
- You need to cut it.
Maybe "Iyanla: Fix That Anger," and I told you, this painting is for the Catlett Prize.
The what-let prize? Elizabeth Catlett.
It's a grant for visual artists.
They usually go for more feminist work, hence the portrait.
They only choose three artists, but it's 15 stacks if they choose me.
[SHEMEKKA.]
Wow.
But ain't nobody choosing me if your ass don't keep still.
Shit.
- Fine.
Just remember to - I know, long and silky.
I got you.
Can't get my silky sewn till next week.
[SCOFFS.]
Winny wanna be givin' me umpteen jobs to do, and it be one damn check.
Maybe when you get your 15 Gs No, no, no, no, no.
If I get it, I'm payin' five months' rent in advance, and then I'm paintin' all damn day and night.
I'm tired of this hustle.
- Let's go.
- Are you serious? "My name ain't damn sure ain't no Muthafuckin' Black Bit" What the fuck? Defacin' shit, man.
Catch this motherfucker, man.
You can always be artistic down at the Hot N Trot.
[BOTH.]
Ay! [LAUGHS.]
Ow! - Cramp? - No.
This is where he grabbed me.
- Fuck.
Bad enough he bruised you.
- Mm.
- You got cloves? - In the cabinet.
I already put ice on it.
Oh, my goodness.
[CHUCKLES.]
I can't.
We need to preserve that hand, ma.
- That's 15 stacks right there.
- [LAUGHS.]
No, seriously.
You okay? You ain't said nothin' since it happened.
I'm fine.
It's like I told Clo, I'm moving forward.
Mm-hm? I am.
You tell these dudes you seein' what happened? I will, eventually.
You should tell 'em.
If they're not just some jump-offs, they should know.
Ah! It's not finished.
- It's beautiful, right? - Look at my eyes.
What? You couldn't make my ass a little bigger? Are you for real? I already agreed to this fake phantom-ass weave.
I agreed to pose.
That's the least you could do.
The least I could do is paint something realistic.
What the fuck that mean? Did I, um make a mistake confidin' a certain bit of information to you? If I'd known you'd have been all judgy Hold the fuck up.
You're not going through with it, though.
I told you, I'm thinkin' about it.
[CLICKS TONGUE.]
Look, it's not like I said I was gonna sign up for She Ass'd For It! - [CROWD CHEERING.]
- And this is TV's only competition where contestants get to compete for a complete booty overhaul.
- [CROWD CHEERING.]
- [MAN.]
Yes! What? [JAMAICAN ACCENT.]
Don't make that face.
I told you I wasn't gonna do it.
Good.
The show, I mean.
Oh, my God.
You do not need to do that shit to your body.
- It's not up to you, boo.
- But you're already gorgeous.
I never said I wasn't.
I just [SIGHS.]
Wait.
You mean to tell me that if I had a magic wand and I change anything about your body, that you wouldn't want nothin' tweaked? - No.
- Blood clot.
I'm serious.
I accept what I got and what I don't got.
[JAMAICAN ACCENT.]
I got no ass.
Me come from yard, land of big batty gyal, and God come and take my damn Jamaican birthright.
Why don't you do some squats? [SIGHS.]
If one more person tellin' me to do a damn squat It doesn't work.
If you've got a flat ass like me, it just makes your ass flatter.
- It just seems so unnecessary.
- To you.
- What about Nadia? - What about her? It's hard enough for little black girls bein' told they're ugly and they're not pretty enough.
What if Nadia sees you changing your body and starts to think something's wrong with hers? I told you it was somethin' I was thinkin' about, - but if you can't support me - Oh, my goodness! Chill.
Don't be so dramatic.
I may not agree with this shit, but you're my girl for life.
Right? From womb to tomb? Birth to earth.
- Salty ass.
- And don't tell Clo neither.
I won't.
Don't need her nosy, uppity ass in my biz.
["WE REP BROOKLYN" PLAYING.]
[WOMAN.]
Yes, right there.
Pardon me.
Pardon me, miss.
Uh, I-I'm sorry.
Do you live in this brownstone? Yeah, I mean, no, but I live in Brooklyn.
Who are you here to see? You the bouncer of the block or some shit? [DOORBELL RINGS.]
I just asked you a simple question.
- Don't take a tone.
- I don't even know you, a'ight? You ain't even from Brooklyn.
I'm from Brooklyn.
- You're from Jersey, right? - Excuse me.
No, I live in Brooklyn.
I am a new homeowner in the new Fort Greene.
[MARS.]
What? In the new Fort Greene? This shit ain't new.
This is still the same Fort Greene.
- Y'all motherfuckers just decided - You have no manners, - incredibly rude! - wanted to partake! But we're still here.
Stop comin' at me like that.
Take you and your twin, and keep walkin'.
How the fuck you look like your dog? - Go to hell! - Hi, Bianca.
- Bye, Bianca.
What up, Nola? - Talk to your friend.
I wanna see where she live.
Look.
Yup! Right next door.
Yo, Bianca! I might come knockin' on your door.
A'ight? [MARS.]
Hope you got fuckin' wine and cheese.
Well, she just bought the brownstone next door, but why are we talkin' about her? I missed you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- For real, for real? - For real.
Yo! Whoo! "My name isn't Ay Yo Ma.
" That's dope.
That's you? - Mm-hm.
- Yo, ma, can I cop one? Don't you "Ay, yo, ma!" out in them streets? Yeah, I have, like, once or twice.
A dozen times, I don't know.
But me coppin' one means I'm a conscious black Boricua man, right? They're not for sale.
Sharpie to black book, duly noted.
Matter of fact, could you please not tell anyone I made them? - Why not? - Um, because it's illegal and it's personal.
I made them and put them up after some - guy grabbed me up down the block.
- What? My God, Nola.
I knew you were angry with me, but you should've called.
- When did this happen? - When did this happen?! You gotta call the cops.
You gotta learn jiujitsu! [GRUNTS.]
You gotta let me beat his ass.
See, that's why I didn't want to say anything.
I knew you were gonna blow it way out of proportion.
Wh-What were you doin' outside, at night, alone? Yo, who is this trick-ass motherfucker? First off, I'm allowed to walk home alone, at night, by myself, thank you.
And second, I don't know, just some asshole who kept yelling, "Ay, yo, ma!" Yo, if I ever see that fool I'm sorry this happened.
You gonna be a'ight? Yeah.
I'm callin' Lulu.
- Your sister? - Yeah, she's a Yoruba priestess.
Look, you sit with her, you get a cleansin'.
Trust.
You're gonna wanna wash off all that stink.
Stink? [SIGHS.]
Yeah, you know, the negative eons and energies and shit.
I'm good.
There is no stink.
- No stink? - Mm-mm.
You frankincense and myrrh now? Oh, I'm frank, incense, Blue Ivy, coconut oil, shea butter, tea tree.
I'm here and I'm with you and I'm good.
Bang! Dog mace? - Yeah, for those dirty dog-ass dudes.
- [CHUCKLES.]
[SCOFFS.]
Trust.
One shot of this to the grill, ain't gonna be no grabbin' up.
No stink.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING, CHEERING.]
- Who's house? - [AUDIENCE.]
Winny's house! - Jameson.
- [WINNY.]
Motherfuckin' right.
I see - Oh, you fancy tonight.
- Thank you.
Tonight, I got some shit for you I ain't never shared before, and women all around the world.
I got five of the baddest bitches from New York here.
Everyone single one of them from each and every different borough.
All right, everybody, make some motherfuckin' noise and show me the motherfuckin' money! [CHEERING.]
The Furious Five! ["THE SEED" PLAYING.]
Knocked up nine months ago And what she gonna have, she don't know She want neo-soul, this hip-hop is old She don't want no rock 'n' roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lot Of somethin' to fold If you a obstacle, she just drop ya cold 'Cause one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary's bad, in these streets She done ran ever since the heat began I told her, "Look here, calm down I'mma hold your hand" What up, guys? Do you have everything? We can make money to burn If you allow me the latest game I don't ask for much But enough room to spread my wings And a world fittin' to know my name I don't ask For much these days Whoo! Wow! And I don't bitch and whine If I don't get my way I only wanna fertilize another Behind my lover's back I sit and watch it grow roots Standin' where I'm at Fertilize another Behind my lover's back And I'm keepin' my secrets as mine I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work Because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her "Rock 'n' Roll" Oh-ooh break it down, break it down Break down the beat I push my seed in her bush for life It's gonna work Because I'm pushin' it right If Mary dropped my baby girl tonight I would name her "Rock 'n' Roll" I would name her "Rock 'n' Roll" I would name her "Rock 'n' Roll" Yeah I would name it "Rock 'n' Roll" - [MUSIC ENDS.]
- [CHEERING.]
[WINNY.]
Oh, my God! [CHEERING CONTINUES.]
[WINNY.]
Unfuckin' [WOMAN.]
Thank you, Mr.
Eddie Scissors.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Un, un, un, un, unfuckin' Hurry up with the money.
Hurry up.
Unbelievable! I told you it was gonna be special.
I'm goin' right downstairs with them right now.
I'll be back.
[SHOUTS.]
Hey, Win! Let me holla at you for a second.
- What you talkin' about? - Downstairs.
Downstairs? There's a lot money in this motherfuckin' building, man.
Hurry up.
- [SHEMEKKA.]
I wanna dance.
- [WINNY LAUGHING.]
Is you buggin' out, Shemekka? You wanna? Can't you see them girls are professionals? Yeah, and I want some stage time, just like them.
You want some stage time? You makin' some money waitin' the tables.
Yo, come on, Winny, you're sleepin' on me.
I can dance my ass off.
Shemekka, you know I got a sore spot for you, but I gotta be honest, you're beautiful, you got the hots, but you ain't got no fuckin' trots! - So, then help me get the trot.
- Help you get the trot? You buggin' out, Shemekka.
Get back upstairs and wait them tables.
This shit is cute, but them chicks is pickin' up stacks - [WINNY.]
Table six! - What? Mm, delicious as per usual, Stokes.
Hmm.
Better be.
The good Lord provides, but do you know how much I had to pay for these damn steaks? Fuck these newbie motherfuckers and their inflation-bringin' asses.
Stokes is still salty.
Someone popped up, offering to buy the brownstone.
Again? Baby, like, what part of "fuck off" don't they get? I ain't leavin' Fort Greene.
I don't care how much money they got in their briefcase.
Do you know that these brownstones are going for [BOTH.]
twenty times what we paid in 1978.
Tease all you want, but a broken record scratches the needle, baby.
So, how is everything with you, hon? No, I mean, things are good.
Just applying for some grants.
Great.
So, you okay with money? Yeah, just okay.
I'm still teaching on the side.
It doesn't pay a lot, but covers the bills.
All of us artists gotta work, baby.
We should have sent you to medical school, so you wouldn't have to scrounge like your artsy-fartsy father and me.
Mom, stop it.
I'm working on a new piece.
It's not finished yet, but Mm! - Oh, my God.
Stokes, you see this? - [NOLA CHUCKLES.]
Whoa! Powerful, baby.
What you call that? The Free Black Female Form.
- She free, all right.
- [NOLA SCOFFS.]
Stokes, come here, baby.
Give me a kiss.
[GRUNTS.]
[NOLA LAUGHS.]
- Hey! I'm just I'm just sayin'.
- You're silly.
No doubt, my baby got God in her fingers.
- Just like her daddy.
- Thanks, Dad.
I don't get you two.
You're so And Shemekka's just She's just basic.
Like one of my best friends who's expressing herself? Be nice.
No, you be nice.
You listen.
You Expressing herself would be interchanging her straight with her own hair.
Have you ever see her natural hair? She's hiding all that beautiful brown behind all that weave.
Maybe it's just part of her armor.
Is that so bad, to need a little something? I mean, we've all used things to cope.
- Come here, let me show you something.
- Okay.
All right, somebody grabs your wrist.
There's three things you do.
One, trap.
- Two, lock.
- Okay.
- And three, you twist.
- Wow.
- You got it? Three you twist.
- Okay.
- Got it? - Okay.
You know, uh I might tease you a little bit about puttin' on some muscle mass, but, honestly, I I wouldn't change anything about you.
You're beautiful.
- Focus.
- Okay.
- Trap, lock, turn.
- [GROANS.]
Yes.
[BOTH MOANING.]
- You're a pretty good teacher.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hm.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- In that case, class dismissed.
- [SCREAMS, GIGGLES.]
["HULA HOOP" PLAYING.]
[MAN.]
Papo! [SPEAKING SPANISH.]
- [SPEAKING SPANISH.]
I don't think you can hear it, right? [MAN.]
I hear you and I see you.
Damn.
[LAUGHS.]
- Papo! - [PAPO.]
Yo! Can you please turn that reggaeton off or go somewhere else? - Go somewhere else? - [BIANCA.]
Please! Are you kidding me? Hey, li-li-li-listen, listen.
I got some art.
You wanna buy some art, huh? I'm working on that new piece right there, One Percent.
Hey.
- I guess that's a "no.
" - [HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING.]
[PHONE BUZZING.]
[JAMIE.]
Hey, Nola.
I know things are kinda complicated between us right now.
I just I'm just thinking about you.
I want you to know I'm here, all right? She like to party, she like to party Every night she on the scene, you know [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
Last night - Nola did some freaky shit.
- Oh, yeah? Seriously, though.
But, like, that ass I sucked toes for the first time.
That shit was crazy.
I'm not the sucking-toes kinda dude and I never thought I'd be doing some shit like that, but, yo she got nice-ass toes, dude.
She fucked my head up with that shit.
I'm like I can suck them toes again.
- That shit was crazy.
- You were into it? - Whoa! Slow down, ma! Slow down! - [NOLA.]
Hey, Papo.
Yeah.
How you doin', girl? I got that.
I got that.
- Thanks, Papo.
- Yeah, I got it.
I got it.
- How you doin', Nola? - I'm good.
How you been? - I can't complain.
- What's this? - Tryin' to sell you somethin'? - No.
[PAPO GRUNTS.]
Yeah, all right.
There you go.
[GRUNTS.]
- Thank you so much.
- Oh, no doubt, no doubt.
What you workin' on these days? Ah, man, you know I'm always busy workin' on a new piece, you know.
I'm throwin' down.
This is about the New York you know, the garbage discarded by by New York's one percent, you know.
- What you gonna call it? - I'm gonna call it La Maldita 1%.
You know? - Dope.
- Yeah.
- Here.
Gold coin for good luck.
- Ooh! You said "gold"? - [NOLA.]
Yeah.
- [PAPO.]
Whoa! - I know.
It's my mom's.
- Thanks.
Thanks, ma.
I could use some good luck.
- That's for sure.
- Can't we all? Yeah.
Hey, we should work on a piece together one day.
- I'm down.
- Like we use to do.
- You know where I live.
- All right, all right.
Thanks.
Have a - Have a wonderful day, all right, Nola? - You too.
[PAPO.]
That's my girl! [POP MUSIC PLAYING.]
Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, I put you on a pedestal We were taking off like a rocket I showed you all the finer things [MAN.]
Wow.
That piece is looking good, miss.
- Excuse me.
- [GASPS.]
Dirty dog-ass dude! My eyes, you fucking bitch! That's what I get for supporting the arts! - [CAR HORN HONKING.]
- I just thought I thought - [CAR HORN HONKING.]
- Oh! Oh! - [MAN.]
My eyes! - Thank you for the support? [MAN.]
Fuck! Before you came, it was all about me - All about, all about me - Shit.
I damn sure didn't worry about a thing 'Cause it was all about, all about me It's crazy how you give your heart To someone Just to try something different Get your heart to a gun While love is so reckless It was all about me All about, all about me Yeah - No more "Hey, what's up? Hello" - [JAMIE.]
Hey.
How you doin'? - [WOMAN.]
Fine.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
- How are you? - Fine.
Fine.
Oh, yes, I'm fallin' From this nightmare you call a dream - My feet are killing me.
Good night.
- Cheryl.
- Yes? You should be more careful comin' home late at night.
Jamie, are you serious? We live on the safest block in Brooklyn.
I'm about to give him back all my shit Before you came It was all about me I damn sure didn't worry About a thing 'Cause it was me, babe Over here was the pillow Grab your shit and hit the door, door What are you waiting for? [DOOR CLOSES.]
- [DANCE MUSIC PLAYING.]
- [WOMAN.]
Here we go! And up! And get back! And up! Go! Push it! And back! And then up! [CHEERING.]
[WOMAN.]
They were moving in the other day.
They were moving in all this, like, identical furniture.
- They're twins - Right.
so everything's symmetrical.
And it's, like, weird, kinda, that they still live together, but they're really hot.
I can't believe I haven't met them yet.
- I mean, just sayin'.
- That's so weird.
I love Pat Hall's Dance and Movement Afro-Caribbean class.
- Me too.
- So good.
- Okay! See you next week.
- See you at home.
I bet you Rachel only fucks African dudes.
Seen any Mandingos comin' out your brownstone? - Huh! - [SHEMEKKA.]
Hm.
- I knew it.
- [BOTH LAUGHING.]
[SHEMEKKA SIGHS MOCKINGLY.]
[MIMICKING.]
"I love Pat Hall's Dance and Movement Afro-Caribbean class.
" [CHUCKLES.]
So rude.
Danton wants to observe.
- Observe? - The class.
Sounds tantalizing.
Your old boyfriend watching us do African dance.
First of all, he's only 52.
And secondly, he's not my boyfriend.
Naw, just some old white dude watchin' us shake our black booties.
- [CHUCKLING.]
- My bad.
We can't all be like Nola, dating three hot black single dudes at once.
Last time I checked, not all of her lovers were single.
- Rude.
I told you it was complicated.
- Meaning? Meaning Jamie takes good care of me and says his present situation is in transition.
In any case, I told him that piece of shit put his hands on me.
I told all of them.
- About time.
- How you doin'? I thought I was fine, but - I maced some random guy last night.
- You what? All he wanted to say was "good job" and psst! I sent him screaming and crying down the street.
- [LAUGHS.]
- Shit.
Sorry, but it's better him than you, right? Come on, Nola, admit it.
It felt good just bustin' one off.
Did I enjoy hurting an innocent stranger? No.
But if I'm being perfectly honest, - it felt - Good.
like clapping back at what I thought was another asshole trying to grab up on me.
- [PEOPLE CHEERING.]
- [CLORINDA.]
Oh, my God.
Wanna get that junk in your trunk? Let's get it goin', baby.
Look at all that ass! Do you see that? [SCOFFS.]
I mean, who in their right mind? I know, right? Dumb reality shows.
It's not just the show.
Any woman that's willing to alter her body is willing to affirm the male gaze.
It's just so passé.
- Says the girl with the knockout body.
- What? Why you always gotta be so judgy? I don't think she meant it.
No, I meant it.
I mean, how many steps back must we take, ladies? She Ass'd For It? [SCOFFS.]
Uh, I bet a guy came up with that shit.
You hear that? Pow! Harriet Tubman just shot herself with a pistol from the grave! - Clo - [CLORINDA.]
No, I'm serious.
What's the point of freeing our bodies if all we're gonna do is carve 'em up? Isn't freedom also having the right to do whatever you will with your own body? I bet you Michelle Obama isn't about to start carving herself up anytime soon.
Nope.
She's just way too busy being unapologetically black and fly.
- Am I lying? - No lie.
- No lie.
- FLOTUS state, gowned up, and tight! - [CLORINDA.]
Fo sho, you right.
- I'm out.
- You don't wanna go grab smoothies? - Y'all go ahead.
I gotta go get Nadia from daycare.
Deuces.
[NOLA.]
Mekk, I'll call you later, okay? - [CLORINDA.]
What was that about? - ["TRUE" PLAYING.]
- Nola! Nola! - Huh? You haven't heard a damn thing that I've said.
Hello, girl.
This is the place I've been telling you about.
For the Inaugural Diastopian Art Exhibition.
Diastopian? Clo, what the hell is that? Diastopian.
It's a phrase coined by moi.
Yes, it's a movement of forward-thinking, Afro-centric artists, reaching across boundaries to fabulate, deconstruct, redefine, assert, and expand the breath and reach of millennial voices from the African diaspora.
It's about love and light.
[CLORINDA.]
Thank you.
- This place is so dope.
- Right? I'm gonna bring so much black art into this white gallery, people are going to think that they are in Mother Africa.
[LAUGHS.]
Can we just take a moment please, absorb? Ugh! Crazy! This is gonna be the biggest show I've ever curated.
Yeah.
And I want you to be a part of it.
- Stop playin'.
- I'm gonna kill you if say no.
- Yes! - Yes? - Yes! Yes! - [LAUGHS.]
- Yes! - Oh, my goodness.
You know the last show I did was at that shithole gallery in Sunset Park? God, I hate that dude that runs that place, Gustav.
He smells like fried pork dumplings and tequila.
- He really does.
- Mm-hm.
A grand total of seven people signed my guest book, - and two of them were my parents.
- [CHUCKLES.]
I woke up this morning, staring down that blank canvas, like, "When's the last time" I sold a painting to someone who wasn't just interested in fucking me?" Mm-mm.
You have no idea how badly I needed this.
Girl, who you tellin'? We both do.
You're gonna freak, but Baptiste said "yes" to doing the show.
Baptiste? - The Baptiste? - The Baptiste.
- What? - You know what that means? Like, every dealer, every collector, every art tart is gonna be up in here representin'.
- Like, who the fuck are you? - I know.
It's surreal.
- And it scares the shit out of me.
- Well, it shouldn't.
- When's this happening? - Um, I haven't set the dates yet, - so just keep it on the QT.
- Oh, on the lowest of lows.
Move over, Wangechi Mutu.
Art collectors, get ready for Miss Nola Darling.
What are you two doing around here? Who the fuck are you yellin' at? Nola, chill, chill, chill.
Relax.
Hi, Chapin Calloway gave me the keys.
Okay, leave the keys at the counter when you leave.
Okay.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to explode.
I guess I just have a lot on my mind since the assault.
Girl, you need to talk to somebody.
I'm gonna text you a number, okay? She's a sister.
I don't know.
I'm not really down with the therapy thing.
Tell meet the truth, boy A negative entity seeped through a hole in your aura.
I can banish it for 2,000 American dollars.
I'm collecting a lot of the bad energy.
Leave my sister! Leave my sister! You should feel much lighter.
Look.
See.
You're welcome.
[MARS.]
Welcome to the Fort Greene projects.
I hope this works.
[LOURDES SPEAKING SPANISH.]
All right, let's see what Ellegua has for Ms.
Nola.
- Okay.
- Come forward.
Let me get your shoulders.
Take this, give it a kiss, pray for what you want.
All right, drop it here.
Okay.
- Mm, interesting.
- What? What Ellegua says to me here is that there is a dark energy that surrounds you.
You know how you're walking alone at night and you feel something behind you? In your case, it's like it's almost like the shape of a black spider.
- A black spider? - I can't read with you in the room.
before I read you too.
I'm outie 5Gs.
Exit stage left.
That all I have to do to get rid of him? Girl, he gets on my damn nerves.
So, uh, my crazy brother tells me - that you're an artist.
- Mm-hm.
'Cause another thing that I'm seeing here is that something's haunting your work.
Whatever this is doesn't wanna see you succeed.
It's trying to hold your work down.
And you know it's very important for an artist to protect their message.
I know you feel this, no? - What if I don't believe in this - [SPEAKING SPANISH.]
Meaning you have to see to believe.
It's not my job to prove this, that this is real and this actually works.
Because you'll see.
Ellegua will show you.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING.]
Shemekka.
She's silky.
I'm kinky.
I'm pinot noir, she's moscato, but that's my girl for life.
True, she comes off like a tough Crown Heights goddess, but aren't the tough ones always a little extra soft on the inside? The black female form.
I've grown protective of it.
My foolish attempt to control the gaze of gawkers who think the black female form is simply here for their consumption, their scrutiny, their enjoyment, their grabbing hands, when all the black female form wants to be is free.
[CHUCKLES.]
Shemekka.
[TIRES SCREECHING.]
Oh, hell to the naw!