Big Booty

20

 "Isaiah, get ya ass up!" I yell, bustin' up in his bedroom. I bang the foot of his bed. He's been home for almost a week now, and this shit is wearin' my nerves. If Darius wasn't picking' him up and takin' him down to his shop every day, I'd be fuckin' him up for disrupting' my flow.

Lucky for his ass, we have a hearin' tomorrow down at the Superintendent's office. And I already told him if he doesn't get back in school I'm whoopin' the skin off his ass, so he had better go in there and fight for his life and save his ass from gettin' torn off. And I ain't go down to his school and beat his teacher's ass, yet. Oh, but, trust. That ho-ass bitch still gotta ass beatin' with her name on it. But I gotta get Isaiah's ass back in school, first, before I take it to that bitch's head. But I did call her ass up and let her know that if she ever says some shit about my son endin' up in jail or dead, again, that I'ma knock all her teeth in and snatch her tonsils out. Mmmph. Trick-bitch!

Anyway, I'm sure fuckin' Isaiah down real good helped move this shit along with the hearin' 'cause knowin' LaQuandra's messy ass she woulda dragged the shit out. And she didn't show up for court yesterday, so the judge tossed out the charges. Surprise, surprise! I made sure Isaiah let that bitch know—since she still has a restrainin' order against me—that I was gonna file complaints against her punk-ass since she wanna get the courts 'n shit involved. I mean, really . . . who the fuck does that? Silly bitches do! But, I guess she got her mind right and saw the light. Trick bitch!

  Whatever. All I know is, I need to get to Short Hills and pick me up some new heels and a handbag, then get down to the salon get my hair done for this hearin' tomorrow.

"Isaiah, wake up, damn it! Your brother will be here to pick ya ass up in about an hour. So you need to get showered and dressed." His head is wrapped under the covers. When he doesn't budge, I yank the comforter off of him. "Look boy, don't do me this mornin'. Everybody is up and outta this house—in school where they belong, except you. So I know you don't think you're gonna lay in bed and sleep all goddamn mornin'. Get ya black ass up!"

"Dang, I'm up," he groans, liftin' his head, then rollin' over and stretchin'.

"Don't you 'dang' me, boy. Do you want ya face slapped? You know I'm still ready to set it off on ya black ass for gettin' suspended and we only in the first month of school. So don't do me, lil' niggah."

I eye him as he gets outta bed. I see his lil' ten-year-old dingaling is kinda hard in his boxers. Oooh, I'm so glad he ain't gonna have no tiny-ass dick. "Am I goin' to my dad's this weekend?" he asks, tryna cover himself.

"Oh, boy puhleeze. Ain't nobody thinkin' about ya hard dick. I done seen it plenty of times. And you done pulled the goddamn thing out in school so don't even try it. And yeah, you goin' to ya fahver's. But, the minute his wife start talkin' shit about you findin' them nasty movies at her house you tell that bitch I said you ain't gotta listen to her ugly ass."

"LaQuandra says you don't like her and she ain't never do nothin' to you," he says, makin' his bed.

I put a hand up on my hip. "That flat-ass bitch is a lie! She ain't never liked me. Don't be listenin' to no shit that bitch says, Isaiah."

"Then why you attack her?"

"I ain't attack her."

He looks at me like he doesn't believe me. "Then why you get locked up?"

"I went upside her head for talkin' slick." I sit at the foot of his bed. Tell him to come sit next to me. "I'ma keep it real with you, okay?" He nods. "I was dead wrong for goin' upside her head like that at the school. No matter what, that's her job. And you were dead-wrong for pullin' ya dingaling out bein' disrespectful. When I heard you did that, I was embarrassed. That shit hurt me, Isaiah, 'cause you know I ain't raise you to be actin' like you some ghetto trash, pullin' out ya dick to nobody. All I kept thinkin' about is if you had on clean drawers and if you was ashy or not. And then when I heard you was bein' kicked outta school and that bitch was sayin' you should be taken away from me, I gave her a fist to the head. Don't no-goddamn-body threaten to take my kids away from me. I love y'all too goddamn much. And I ain't tryna let no other bitch raise you."