After All

...But only for dreams that never were mine.
Sunijya hummed around this phrase, wondering
how it had found it's way into her and the look on her
mother's face, when ever she heard her singing it.

Bliss had a little girls face that she hated less by the years and a big ass, that once was her prize possession. Bliss stared sideways at her daughter, wondering why she always got the strange desire to reach out and slap the teeth out of this girl's mouth, whenever she heard Sunijya humming that tune. The girl always hummed around it.

At least the streets were quiet out here. Two cars, nice house, good school, good man. Niggah used to be the biggest hoe, before he busted his ass, fucking 'round on that bike and wrecked his basketball career. "Get the fuck outta here CJ!" Bliss called her only child that, but her daughter loved the way her middle name felt in her mouth "Sue neeh Yah". She imagined it meant little wings of the sun and had mystic powers. She was seventeen and a junior in collage, but she couldn't help but entertain that fantasy. She couldn't help a lot of shit she didn't understand about her life. Like why she chose to major in Intellectual copyright law and minor in stellar cartography. But it was working, she was up for a fellowship grant that would pay for her entire graduate program. She manage it by agreeing to work as an intern for Bernard Morris, a professor of African antiquities trading and international commerce.  

"The Internet Miss Jamison", The large man snapped around on his heel, focusing his attention on the center of Sunijya's high round forehead, "hold's nearly ninety percent of all known human information. Do you understand why it must never be more than that?" Sunijya avoided the attention he focused on her eyes as much as possible. Crossing the room so that the afternoon light that filtered though the crowded courtyard would shade her face and back light her thin, but well curved body. "Some languages have no sounds, Miss Jamison". He continued, switching on a reading light. "Because they were created in a vacuum, in a void, in chaos, not everything is meant for commerce young lady, antiquities' laws, copyrights, patents and international trade defines what those things are and more importantly, what they are not, some of these things are called national treasures". Professor Morris, filtered through a catalog, placing little note flags on the things that interested him on sight. "I'm warning you the client we'll be working with is, let's say, to be polite about it, he's a fucked up individual. A serious recluse, with a serious collection, that needs to be bequeathed to this University. When we go see him, please wear less provocative clothing. I don't want him distracted from the task. He's trying to create an intellectual copyright in trust for something in a work of fiction, that doesn't exist yet.

Sunijya fought to forget the snippet of the song out of her head, she thought, some things just aren't worth the effort.