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Hey, afternoon, ladies.

How was your weekend?

Come on.

So I couldn't dress up like Santa for Jabari. It's been two weeks.

When are you going to get over this? I said I was sorry.

And I miss you guys.

All right, fine. I said my piece.

Oh, I almost forgot. Tony, Harry Winston is having a sidewalk sale.

All diamonds must go.

As the moon recognizes the passing hand of the sun, I saw you pass and recognize

you as the one, my one.

Meaning more than half the day spent memorizing the nape of your neck,

down trails and back up to vocal cords that murmur, don't stop, don't stop, we

fit.

You are my one, my perfect one, my single most wanted.

Hips, ass, and toes, lips, ears, and nose to be exposed on top of this face

smiling beard that dislikes the taste of tins and only has appetite for the

likes of my one.

You're my one.

My one.

Please be my only one.

Thank you.

Yes.

Yes, a hand for Javad.

Malik. Malik. The mic is hot. It connects.

Oh.

I'm in love.

Who's that guy you met a few days ago at that restaurant?

No, I'm not talking about Olive Garden Omar.

I am talking about this poet I met tonight named Savat.

Okay, first of all, you're in love.

Did anyone else catch that?

Okay.

Fine. So I'm not in love. I'm in lust.

Really strong lust.

So you met another guy. Big deal. I don't announce every purse I buy.

That is because your purse is not captivating and mysterious and profound

survived. Obviously, she's never shopped a Prada.

I mean, it's like he looked inside my head and understood thoughts I didn't

know I had.

I feel you, I feel you, girl. So he was, um, he was killing you softly with his

words.

Oh, God, he's so hot. I've got to have him.

I mean, for my documentary.

Glenn, baby girl, now we are all friends up in here, okay? There is no need to

go around throwing around words. like documentary.

I mean, just say you want to videotape your sex.

Alice! I'm home!

Hey!

How was your day?

Oh, it was wonderful.

Honey,

I was... I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight.

You know...

Maybe have a romantic dinner. Why don't you just order in?

No, I want to go out.

Ellis, we're dating.

I want to go on a date.

Dinner, dancing.

Hell, I'll go cheap. We can go for a walk on the beach, hear poetry at the

Shack. Oh, a Word Shack? Oh, girl, I'm down.

Your treat, because $5 is $5.

You two go. You know, I'm not going. Have fun. I've forgotten how.

Ellis, I don't want to go with Maya. I'm not dating her.

Like you haven't had worse.

Alice, enough, okay? Come on.

Listen, you've been moping around this house for weeks. I am sorry that you're

movie tank, baby, but you have got to participate in real life again. I can't

out. Now they think I'm a sellout. It's all over the Internet.

On the Black Voices message board alone, there are 167 posts calling me a

sellout. 173.

They're calling you a sellout just because you play the only black guy in a

white fraternity? Yeah, that and because I only kiss white sorority girls.

I mean, why can't people understand the difference between who I am and the

characters I play? Well, maybe because all the characters you play wear nothing

but sweaters tied around their necks, and you kiss nothing but white women.

you know, I'm sure it didn't help when you told Entertainment Weekly that you

wanted to be known as an actor instead of a black actor, like there's something

so wrong with being a black actor.

So we can went to the word shack away.

Hey,

you know what? I want to thank you for letting me help you on your documentary.

You know, it's been rough on me these last couple of weeks with you all still

married over that Santa thing.

I'm just glad one of you is finally letting me back into the fold.

Oh, come on, William. I haven't forgiven you. I'm just too poor to hire anybody.

Hey, what's happening, Lynn?

I called you the other night.

Yeah, at 1 .30 in the morning, Omar.

It's never been a problem before.

Well, it is now.

Look, I'm really busy. I'm about to shoot Savad for my documentary.

Savad? With his weak -ass rhymes?

Please.

Our first poet needs no introduction. Give it up for Savad Malik. Give it up.

The Continent.

Last night.

I laid within your continent, sought salvation from frustration within your

loving nation, found the true meaning of homeland when you let me in.

Swahili tongue knew I hadn't been there before and kissed for me to stay a

while.

I did you one better and kissed forever in your country.

Then you let me tap your virgin drum, releasing echoes of me being free, being

free in you.

Free to run through your countryside touching jasmine, dropping weed.

Free to nibble on your Nigerian.

Blow on your Botswana.

Eat your opiate till there's no opiate left.

Won't be any leftovers when I'm done.

Won't be anything when I'm done.

Just remembrances of that night when I laid within your continent.

Seeking salvation from frustration within your loving nation.

And that's all we'll have.

That and a few thousand orphans to read this poem.

That was

beautiful.

Did you get what you need?

All right. Ready when you are, Ms. Coppola.

Beat it.

That's a wrap.

So what's the angle on your documentary again?

It's about sexuality.

Kind of like your poem.

Oh, no, my poem wasn't about sex. It's about the HIV -AIDS epidemic and how

running rampant throughout Africa.

Yeah, I knew that.

No, you didn't.

See, you got to dig deeper. People like to look on the surface. Like your

documentary, Sex in L .A., what's it going to explore?

Well, I want to explore, you know, sex in L .A.

County, not just the city, you know?

My point is, how's it going to better us as a people?

Without purpose, it's just porn.

Okay, first of all, porn has a purpose.

It's just my purpose is very different, you know?

Here's the topic.

You're dying.

Black women like you are dying.

HIV is your killer.

Document that.

Hey, it's the bod.

I really would like to talk to you about my documentary.

Maybe over some coffee.

If I'm not keeping you from anything.

Or anyone.

Interesting.

Maybe you can write a poem about it.

Hey, everybody.

Hey, William.

William. You like me, don't you?

Yes. You like me, too, don't you? Yeah, of course.

Oh, man. Hey, thank you. Oh, Alice. Thank you, man. You have no idea.

All right. That's good.

Joan,

I'm glad we came out. People have actually been smiling at me.

See there?

See, baby?

Maybe next time you'll give our people more credit.

Give a warm World Shack welcome to Red Beans.

And that rhymes.

This

piece

is entitled Sell Out.

Sell out, sell out the sale.

What's up with you, sell out? When it comes to the black community, you just

fell out.

Group in the hood when your career got good.

Left us behind for Hollywood.

Tinseltown, sunset, prices rise.

But what's your price, sellout?

I see you in the magazines and on TV, hanging in Malibu trying to jet ski.

Push, push. Why don't you fade?

Surrounding yourself with folks that don't look like me.

And that's a crime.

We'll be fine.

At least we can look into the mirror in the morning time.

Sellout. Sellout for sale.

Sellout for sale.

But we ain't buying.

Baby,

it's just a poem.

It's not about you.

Not about you.

Yes, it was.

Read me my cousin.

Oops, you.

You've got some whipped cream on your lips. I could actually kiss it off to

I need to tell you something.

Don't tell me you're gay.

No, I'm not gay.

I'm celibate.

You're kidding, right?

I've been celibate for about five years.

I wanted to let you know because the last woman I was involved with wasn't

celibate and it got really complicated.

So... Well, if you can't handle my celibacy, I'd rather not go there. No,

We're going to work out great because, you know, I'm celibate.

Really? How long have you been celibate?

Actually, like forever because I'm a virgin.

is driving me nuts.

After the other night, he said he's not going to leave that room until the black

community embraces him.

Oh, so in other words, he plans on dying in that room.

You know what? This whole actor -girlfriend thing sucks big time. Having

up with all his whining and moping and woe -is -me crap.

Oh, God, I hate it. You know what, Joan? You're about as supportive as a

training bra on Tony.

Don't hate.

You know they're great. Appreciate.

Honey, you might want to first lift and separate.

Now, Joan, Ellis is supposed to be your man, right?

Right. Right. And if his fans don't have his back, which they don't, and his

girlfriend doesn't have his back, which you don't, tell me, who does have the

man's back? No, I have... Joan.

I did... Joan. I... Joan. Well... Joan.

Yeah.

All right. Thank you.

I'll support him.

But after that, he better take me out.

Oh, God.

Lynn, what the hell is up with you and the ice? It's driving me nuts.

I'm sorry, guys. I have issues.

Yeah.

No.

Look, Sabat is celibate, okay?

And so in order to be with him, I told him I was celibate, too.

You just sealed the deal.

I told him I was a virgin.

Oh.

And he believed you? I don't know.

I was too busy trying to picture him naked.

Tony as hell. Lynn, Lynn, honey.

He's a poet.

And the last time I checked, there were no poets in Black Enterprise.

Hell, I don't even think there are any poets who could afford to buy a copy of

Black Enterprise.

But you guys, I like him. I like him a lot.

Sweetie, you can't pretend to be something that you're not. It's not fair

and it's not fair to you.

Well, he said that he fell because he doesn't want to keep just giving himself

away to anyone. He wants to save that special part of himself for his

Maybe that's not such a bad idea.

Maybe that's worth trying.

Try what?

Nothing? Because that's what them celibates do. Nothing.

Joan, come to bed.

No, I want to check the postings on Black Voices for you.

Oh, no, please don't.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

There's a groundswell.

Oh, who hates me now?

No.

No, Ellis, people are supporting you.

There's a backlash.

backlash. I mean, look at this. Look at this. Why are y 'all hating on Ellis

Carter?

He's a fine actor who ain't done nothing to y 'all.

That's from Nene 99.

And Pollyanna 69 said, ditto what Nene said.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, and according to Savannah Sweet, I am all that.

what Nene said.

I'm back!

I'm back!

I'm going to have to send Nene a fan club t -shirt.

I'm going to go get some water. You want something?

Okay.

Oh,

it's another t -shirt right there. It's another t -shirt right there.

Okay, Nene.

You're off duty.

And your efforts even got you a free t -shirt.

Honey, I am through with Ellis and his fellow crew, okay? I'm trying to get me

windbreaker out of Wayne Brady.

Man.

Omar. Where's your boy?

Somewhere trying to be deep?

He doesn't have to try. He is.

So, see you later.

Oh, it's like that?

You acting all hell and wholesome now because you're hanging with Mr. Dry

Look, we are a couple now, and you're just going to have to respect that,

No offense, but what you and I had was just sex.

And I need more than that now.

Just sex?

It's about a way that we were just having sex. No, and I don't think that

needs to be made. Hey.

Hey. You.

Definitely you, bro.

This guy's a drift.

This poetry thing is a competition.

No trophies here.

So you guys used to date or something?

No. Him?

No.

Coming to the stage.

Omar, give it up for Omar.

Give it up.

Got me some land last week, y 'all.

Got me some land last week.

Stepped in there on Monday, didn't leave till Sunday.

Sexing her was a full -time gig.

Came in at 220, left at 150.

Pounds, that is.

She showed me her land spin.

I gave her my Omar, Omar.

Played her legs on my shoulders, watched her toes cross like curly fries.

I thought I was special as I tattooed that already tattooed ass.

Leaving my name on her inner thigh. But I wasn't special.

No room to write my name. Too many signatures already there.

So I just left an asterisk next to the letter O.

But I doubt if she'll find it within her nameless, faceless, alphabet soup of

men.

Thank you.

Oh, my.

What a handful. Oh, my. Oh, my. Give it up.

He was our last poet, so thank you so much for coming out to the World Shack.

Drive safely.

Peace and blessings.

I told you I was celibate because I really

wanted to be with you.

You told me you were a virgin.

How many?

Hey, I don't have to answer that, okay?

And I don't have to apologize for who I am or what I've been in the past.

But I do have to apologize for misleading you. I'm sorry.

No.

No, look.

Before you write me off as a liar and a whore, I'm neither, okay?

And I hope that you'll find that out about me and much more, just like I want

find out more about you.

And I'm willing to do that on your terms.

Why? Savada, I equate sex with freedom, okay? A freedom to let go of my

inhibitions and fears.

And I believe that the deepest connection possible between two people

the union of their bodies.

My sexuality has been my spirituality.

And now I meet you.

I don't know what I believe.

But I do know that I want to try.

I want to try to be celibate with you.

Do you know what that means?

Does it mean I can kiss you now?

Yes.

I'm celibate.

I'm not your brother.

Coming to the stage, a warm welcome for Will.

Not less.

I wrote this poem for four very special

ladies in my life. It's called Girlfriends.

Girlfriend, friend of girl, can I be that to you again?

You're who I miss.

Sexy four, sexy four -wheel driving friends.

I miss being your fifth wheel.

I never felt like a spare.

My brain caught a flat trying to run you down. Be my triple A and tow me back

into your lives.

I can't survive the impound.

Forgive this boyfriend for being a no friend, but an ass in the end.

The S on the Superman's chest stands for sorry, and I am.

I need back inside your super sexy soul sister circle.

Because Charlie can't fly without his angels.

Girlfriend, friend of girl, can I be that to you again?

You're who I miss.