Baby Thug
Can a young teenage girl find what is missing after losing just about everybody else?
I remember when I was a little girl and my mama told me I had to use what I got to get what I want in life. That was 3 months before she died of an "overdose". At least that's what the police said. Her "overdose" was actually a thirty year old, dark skinned, fat dude "Sweetness". He killed her by injecting her with a huge dose of heroine. I know he killed her because I was there when it happened, but one of his boys threatened that if I opened my mouth, I'd end up just like her... "a crack head slut who would do anything for her next fix."
I never saw my mama as a drug fiend. She used to get extra cleaned up and hid all the bad stuff about her when she came to visit me at my nana's house. You see this is where I stayed since my daddy abused my mama and the police took me away.
Let me back up. My name is Jamilah London. I am a 5'5", 17 year old, light skinned goddess. My luscious hair used to be down my back, but ya know I had to change it up. Now I rock my hair at shoulder length. I have mesmerizing hazel eyes that change with my attitude. I am the only child and as I said before my mama's dead and my daddy is on his third strike. Let's just say his last job didn't go so well.
To get away from the projects and to make sure I didn't end up like my mama, my nana moved us to the Bronx. My nana told me I'd be goin to SCHS, South Central High School also known as SWAGG Central by my fine caramel toned neighbor. I haven't met him yet, but when I was unloading the car with some of our stuff I noticed him checkin out the curves. I also heard him say to one of his boys that he was gonna make SWAGG Central hella hype this year since it would be his last year. I didn't know what that meant, but I sure was gonna find out.
A day later...
As my alarm clock buzzed in my ear, I heard my nana hollarin tellin me to get up and get ready. All I could think of was "DAMN!"
Comments are welcome... thanks for reading!
*~*Ladii Bre*~*
I never saw my mama as a drug fiend. She used to get extra cleaned up and hid all the bad stuff about her when she came to visit me at my nana's house. You see this is where I stayed since my daddy abused my mama and the police took me away.
Let me back up. My name is Jamilah London. I am a 5'5", 17 year old, light skinned goddess. My luscious hair used to be down my back, but ya know I had to change it up. Now I rock my hair at shoulder length. I have mesmerizing hazel eyes that change with my attitude. I am the only child and as I said before my mama's dead and my daddy is on his third strike. Let's just say his last job didn't go so well.
To get away from the projects and to make sure I didn't end up like my mama, my nana moved us to the Bronx. My nana told me I'd be goin to SCHS, South Central High School also known as SWAGG Central by my fine caramel toned neighbor. I haven't met him yet, but when I was unloading the car with some of our stuff I noticed him checkin out the curves. I also heard him say to one of his boys that he was gonna make SWAGG Central hella hype this year since it would be his last year. I didn't know what that meant, but I sure was gonna find out.
A day later...
As my alarm clock buzzed in my ear, I heard my nana hollarin tellin me to get up and get ready. All I could think of was "DAMN!"
Comments are welcome... thanks for reading!
*~*Ladii Bre*~*
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