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Authors: T.N. Baker
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body and looks from my momma. She has it going on with her light-skinned complexion, short honey blonde streaked hair cut, beautiful almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones.
Tiara Wright is her name and daddy been hooked on her since she was in high school.
"Happy Birthday, Ma," I said.
"Thank you baby, I'm so glad you're here, do you see what your father's done? Girl, I swear I knew nothing about this party.
He had me thinking we were going out to eat," she said, smiling from ear to ear.
I didn't have time to get her a gift. Besides, what do you get a woman that has everything. Dad owns six laundromats and brings his money home to her.
My father was still pretty upset with me so neither one of us had much to say to each other. Sarcastically he made a few com- ments before asking me where my boyfriend was. I didn't bother to answer him, because I knew he wasn't really concerned.
It's just his way of saying that if he was a real man he would of showed his face out of respect for not only my parents, but for me. Maybe my dad did know something I didn't, but I love C-God and I know he wouldn't play me.
KEISHA
"Baby, don't go out and do something stupid. You know I need you, but most of all, your son needs you." Those were the words that ended the argument between Tucker and me; before he stormed out of here wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a gun. He's convinced that C-God is still fucking with Epiphany, but I know Epiphany is through with that trouble-maker.
I can't argue with my man when it comes down to his life and our safety, so I respect and support any and all drastic measures he might have to go through to keep us safe.
I've been calling E for days, but can't seem to get in contact with her. I pray she's okay. The sooner that loser, C-God, is out of the picture the better off we all are.
Everyday there's different drama going on in our life. I swear at first I didn't want to move out of New York, because this is my home. Honestly, I've never been anywhere that requires flying.
That's right, I'm just like most of the black people in the hood that have never been on a plane and think that going to the Poconos, Atlantic City, Great Adventures or Foxwoods Casinos is a real vacation.
My wedding date is not that far away and as soon as we're married I'll be ready to kiss this city goodbye. The time has come. I can't speak for the ghettos in other states (most likely they are all the same) but here in the hood, the jealous ones will always envy; especially, when they know what you came from.
They don't want to see you come up and trust me, it won't be long before they start scheming to take what you got.
The money doesn't really matter to me, my family does. But, in this fucked up society you have to have both to be happy and do what you gotta do just to get by. Niggas don't want to bust their ass to get it. They want the easy way out; to them, that's either someone giving it to them or them taking it.
I know Tucker ain't no angel. He chose street pharmaceuticals over a legit way of living--that fast money. One thing is for sure, he worked hard to get where he is without robbing or stealing from the competition. Shit, I spend many nights alone, worried sick about where my man is, while he's out grinding for this comfort zone he provides for us. Now, some shiesty ass nigga that grew up around my way (who just happens to be fucking my best friend) wants to take that away. Oh hell no, it ain't happening.
EPIPHANY
Today was a good day for shopping since that seems to be the only thing that keeps me happy. A week has passed since me and my so-called man spent some real quality time together. I mean, I understand his hustle, but he has to lay his head down sometime. My question is, where?
Lately, all he seems to do is pull these fucking disappearing acts. Now my dad's comments about C, at my mom's party last week, really had me wondering what was really good. Maybe C-God didn't respect me. Fuck it... I am too
Tiara Wright is her name and daddy been hooked on her since she was in high school.
"Happy Birthday, Ma," I said.
"Thank you baby, I'm so glad you're here, do you see what your father's done? Girl, I swear I knew nothing about this party.
He had me thinking we were going out to eat," she said, smiling from ear to ear.
I didn't have time to get her a gift. Besides, what do you get a woman that has everything. Dad owns six laundromats and brings his money home to her.
My father was still pretty upset with me so neither one of us had much to say to each other. Sarcastically he made a few com- ments before asking me where my boyfriend was. I didn't bother to answer him, because I knew he wasn't really concerned.
It's just his way of saying that if he was a real man he would of showed his face out of respect for not only my parents, but for me. Maybe my dad did know something I didn't, but I love C-God and I know he wouldn't play me.
KEISHA
"Baby, don't go out and do something stupid. You know I need you, but most of all, your son needs you." Those were the words that ended the argument between Tucker and me; before he stormed out of here wearing a bulletproof vest and carrying a gun. He's convinced that C-God is still fucking with Epiphany, but I know Epiphany is through with that trouble-maker.
I can't argue with my man when it comes down to his life and our safety, so I respect and support any and all drastic measures he might have to go through to keep us safe.
I've been calling E for days, but can't seem to get in contact with her. I pray she's okay. The sooner that loser, C-God, is out of the picture the better off we all are.
Everyday there's different drama going on in our life. I swear at first I didn't want to move out of New York, because this is my home. Honestly, I've never been anywhere that requires flying.
That's right, I'm just like most of the black people in the hood that have never been on a plane and think that going to the Poconos, Atlantic City, Great Adventures or Foxwoods Casinos is a real vacation.
My wedding date is not that far away and as soon as we're married I'll be ready to kiss this city goodbye. The time has come. I can't speak for the ghettos in other states (most likely they are all the same) but here in the hood, the jealous ones will always envy; especially, when they know what you came from.
They don't want to see you come up and trust me, it won't be long before they start scheming to take what you got.
The money doesn't really matter to me, my family does. But, in this fucked up society you have to have both to be happy and do what you gotta do just to get by. Niggas don't want to bust their ass to get it. They want the easy way out; to them, that's either someone giving it to them or them taking it.
I know Tucker ain't no angel. He chose street pharmaceuticals over a legit way of living--that fast money. One thing is for sure, he worked hard to get where he is without robbing or stealing from the competition. Shit, I spend many nights alone, worried sick about where my man is, while he's out grinding for this comfort zone he provides for us. Now, some shiesty ass nigga that grew up around my way (who just happens to be fucking my best friend) wants to take that away. Oh hell no, it ain't happening.
EPIPHANY
Today was a good day for shopping since that seems to be the only thing that keeps me happy. A week has passed since me and my so-called man spent some real quality time together. I mean, I understand his hustle, but he has to lay his head down sometime. My question is, where?
Lately, all he seems to do is pull these fucking disappearing acts. Now my dad's comments about C, at my mom's party last week, really had me wondering what was really good. Maybe C-God didn't respect me. Fuck it... I am too
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