Big Booty

33

  "Ho," Dickalina huffs into the phone. It's two days after that lil' Roweena bitch slapped me and I'm in Day'Asia's bedroom rippin' pictures and posters off her walls. I've been cleanin' her room out and throwin' shit out all mornin'. "You dead wrong for puttin' Asia out like that, Cass. You need to really get over ya'self and let that child come home."

Mmmp, this ho got some nerve callin' me with this shit, like she some good samaritan. Booga-coon, boom! Day'Asia turned on me. Stood there and let some lil' hoodrat bitch slap me and she ain't do a goddamn thing. Oh, no, boo-boo. You do some shit like that, I'm through with you. And Day'Asia Martinique Simms is dog shit to me. That's how bad she done fucked up! And I'm not tryna hear nothin' else about it.

After all I've done for that lil' ungrateful bitch, she goes and does some shit like that. Mmmph. I've let her ass get away with a lotta shit, but that right there . . . no thank you! I promise you this, if she wants to get back up in here, she'll have to fight her way back in. And I mean that!

I tear down the rest of her posters of Trey Songz, DJ Khaled, Pusha T, and Kirko Bangz. This girl is hot, nasty trash to me, just like all this shit that is goin' out on the curb.

"You of all people know how it feels to be put out on the streets so why you do that shit to Asia like that?"

"Bitch, is she sleepin' on the streets?"

"Well, no. She's here with me."

I sit on the edge of her bed. "Then what the fuck is you talkin' about? I was thrown out with two damn babies, okay? So don't compare me to her. I was never disrespectful to Beulah or any-damn-body else. My mother was a goddamn junkie who turned her back on me, but I bet you when she was out in the streets and someone was talkin' shit to her or about her, I jumped on their asses. I don't use drugs. I keep a roof over her head and food up in this house. I'm good to Day'Asia. That bitch gets anything she wants and she gonna give me her ass to kiss. I don't think so. I'ma loyal bitch. You stay loyal to me, I'ma stay loyal to you. You turn ya goddamn back on me, then damn it, I'ma turn mine on you."

"Well, that shit makes no sense. Why . . . "

I sniff, sniff again, then frown. It smells like stale pussy funk! I get up from her bed and get on my knees and look under her bed. Oh, hell no!

I stand up. Drag her mattress off the bed, then flip up her boxspring. This nasty bitch got crusty and bloody drawers all up underneath her bed. I'm too through! She knows I don't do filth! You can say what you want about Cassandra goddamn Simms, but you'll never say I keep a nasty, dirty, or funky-ass house. Day'Asia's lucky she's not here. I swear for gawd I'd make her eat every goddam nasty-ass pair of drawers in here, lick all through these crusty-ass crotches, then chew these drawers. All ten of them!

"Damn, bitch. I'm talkin' to you and you act like you ain't got shit to say. It's fucked up what you doin', Cass. You have no business puttin' her out. She's a girl. Anything can happen to her."

"Well, too goddamn bad. She shoulda thought about all that before she turned on me." I walk outta her room and go into the bathroom to grab a pair of gloves, then go into the kitchen to get a two large Ziploc bags. I'm gonna seal her bloody drawers and send them right on over to Dickalina's. This bitch is disrespectful and she leavin' bloody drawers around here. First she tryna fuck in my house, then lettin' some bitch disrespect me. Oh, no . . . her ass ain't comin' back up in here.

She huffs. "Well, how long are you gonna let her stay out on the streets? She needs clothes for school, Cass. She ain't been to school in two days."

"Oh, well. Not my problem. Her ass ain't up in there tryna learn shit any-damn-way, bringin' home a buncha goddamn Cee's and Dee's. She wanna be like Clitina and Candy's asses."