Category: Malcolm Chesway knows words

possessating, burglarfy

Kayshawn done enforced some discipline on some homeboys in the neighborhood, and since he was pushing nineteen years old, ain’t no court gonna go easy on him.

Kayshawn Henderson got his foolish ass arrested, not for no kiddie charges neither — he was accused of burglary, possessating burglar tools, resisting arrest, arson, menacing a court officer and a whopping nine malicious-wounding beefs. Apparently, Kayshawn done enforced some discipline on some homeboys in the neighborhood, and since he was pushing nineteen years old, ain’t no court gonna go easy on him.

As they went back to the church, Kayshawn explained that he was extorted into working for the Crips. He had needed money to buy shoes to impress a girl — it always went back to impressing a girl, if you traced it far enough, in Malcolm’s experience — and so he done sold some weed for the Crips. They wouldn’t let him stop. They made him burglarfy some households in Norwood. They told him they was protecting him from the po-po.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

cloistered, equitabilized

Some of ’em right here cloistered in this church be glaring like Gallant at Malcolm’s proud posture.

He wore his city police uniform. He knew lotta brothahs ain’t like it when a colored man becomes a cop — some of ’em right here cloistered in this church be glaring like Gallant at Malcolm’s proud posture — but he ain’t the type to get shook up so easy. The movement needs a voice on the inside, Malcolm thought, and he do what he could to ensure the equitabilized enforcement of the law.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

aboding

He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.

Spider was the meth-knuckler who been aboding behind that dumpster since the spring, when he done got the drop on Dippy Dan. Spider sport a tattoo of a spider on his chest and more a-crawling up his side and neck. He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

hungersome, forgivatory

He gotta admit, he done strayed like a hound from the pound on a few occasions, when the effulgence of the Lord went out in the lighthouse of his heart.

She been steady salty about him gazing hungersome upon that Shanaiyah girlie and her sweet, neat booty. As Malcolm expected, she ain’t accept the denial he been broadcasting neither. He gotta admit, he done strayed like a hound from the pound on a few occasions, when the effulgence of the Lord went out in the lighthouse of his heart. She got reason not to trust him. So he been tiptoeing around like a tomcat on a Tuesday. She only lately been acting forgivatory about it.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

disruptionating

Shanaiyah that the good Lord already knows about her ladyparts.

She shouldn’t be wearing nothing like that to church, Malcolm thought. He’d have Emma Jean Bartlebee tell Shanaiyah that the good Lord already knows about her ladyparts, she ain’t gotta show ’em off in God’s house. Her curves be disruptionating the whole congregation.

From Malcolm the Burly Black Daddy

accordant

Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.

“I don’t wanna hear another word about it. State of Alleybama says I gotta keep you halfway-home brothahs accordant with the law and with proper morals. Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.” He stalked off then, leaving Desmond to make crude faces at his backside. Malcolm kept muttering as he went. “Darn tootin’, I knows about all that. Ain’t lettin’ no brothah go on that ecstasy trip, buggin’ up, droppin’ in, tunin’ out, gettin’ down, somethin’ like that…”

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

copaseptic

It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.

So he got to lumbering through the cell blocks, knocking on them skulls who be making noise. Cell 55K was a problem that night and most nights round that time. It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

distractory

Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.

Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer

facilimake, conflagration

Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done.

“-so the victory that matters most,” Pastor Cherrymore said, “-is the spiritual victory over sin.” Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done. “A Christian life gonna give you othuh victories, shure, shure, shure, of course. It might get’cha a promotion or a new job. It might get the Bobcats a victory over Tipson next week-” The conflagration went wild with cheers. Birmingham was a community college football town. There weren’t no pro team nearby, nor even semi-pro. Folks enjoyed proper college ball too, of course, but this corner of Alabama got no universities. The local high schools got teams, and they was plenty popular, but loyalties was divided amongst of the schools.

From Malcolm Don’t Take No for an Answer