Decatur

"I am tired of ya lying-cheating-no-good-scrub-lookin ass! If one of ya chicken heads call my phone one more time, I am going upside ya head!" My mother yells at her baby- daddy. I was tired of her yelling at the dude. She already knew the deal, I mean what you expect from a 24 year old man. A fine ass man at that! Now don’t go looking at me sideways. He might be my mom’s man, but he is a looker. Coco brown skin, hazel eyes, long curly eyelashes to cover them bad boys. He stand about 6 feet, and he got a body! Please don’t get me started on that Nigerian like hair. I be having a ball when I braid his hair. Humph… Let me stop before I get excited.

Oh my name is Tierra, I don’t do last names unless you the PoPo. So just call me Tierra or Tee Tee. I am 5 feet and 5 inches tall. Covered in that honey glazed skin with banging hips and doe brown eyes. Candy glistening lips and a bootylicious behind! I had long black hair that came to my elbows, but I had it cut into a short and sassy style. Oh and I am 15 years old in the 9th grade. Born and raised in Decatur, Georgia. That’s right, you dealing with a Georgia Peach, that lives on the West side baby! Now back to my momma and her man arguing.

Oh before I get back to that, let me explain my life situation real quick. My mother is 29 years old. That’s right she had me at 15, big deal. Anyway she like her men young and fine. For example, her baby-daddy. AKA Kree. Kree is 24 years old and he is a police officer. My mom met him one day at some party and they hit it off. This was like a year ago, she was 28 and he was 23. Anyway they did the grown up, my mom got pregnant, Kree moved in and we became one big happy family! Sike, what black family you know has a happy ending like that. Naw, you gotta have drama! Well my mom has been getting these phone calls from other females. All of them saying the same thing. "Hey bitch, I hope you know ya man is over here. I had him calling my name." Immature stuff.

But my mom fell for it. She asked Kree about it, but he blew her off. Bad mistake. Moms blew her top. She went ghetto on the brother. Cussed him out in TWO different languages! They argued for days, the stress wasn’t good for my mom or the baby. So she put Kree out. Only for him to apologize his way back in. If you ask me, my mom is weak. She needs a man in her face to make her feel wanted and needed. I mean HELLO! What am I? I need my mom, I want her love too. But I learned a long time ago, she wasn’t ready to be a mother to me. She wants to be my best friend, don’t get me wrong. She is there to help me out through some of my problems and give me advice. She lets me do whatever I want though. Go out with my friends and party. My curfew is 12 o’clock. You get my point right? Good. Now forreal lets get back to the "parents.