Yeah Maaan I Was Lit!

The Abortion

   This makes me sad. The reason I'm so strong against abortions is because my grandmother, (who was one of my bestfriends when she was alive) told my mother to get an abortion. My mother was 16 when she had me, a Jr in high school. And she bucked and still had me, I'm alive ya know. I think damn I could have so easily never been here. So it reallllly pains me that Penelope had a abortion. To think of everything we took from her. Because I'm a 1,000 percent sure it was a girl brah I know it. It's sad because who knew the plans God had for her?

  Anyway me and Penelope at this point are broke the fuck up. I barely remember why but I'm just getting over her, I'm like and? Who that? I'm living, hoeing myself out. Then soon as I reach that point, that I'm over her for real, that motha fucka call me.....So I go outside to meet her and maaan. Did I tell y'all I have a hair fetish? If I didn't I am, hair turns me on. Especially braids. In a bun with the one braid just dangling, and she got the plaid shirt on with nothing else on. Awe man. Whew. But for real this bitch, my bad this girl got her post break-up glo thing going on. Her nails done, her hair braided, I'm just like maaan, we 'bout to yeah.

  "We need to talk," She said sitting in front of my building. Her deamnor was depressing and sad, her energy was none existent.

   "Man, wassuh moe?" I'm trying be stubborn, but in all reality I'm hoping this convo leads to sex and us getting back together.

    "How you been Shazzam?" It's pain and hurt in her voice.

    "I'm good moe ya hear me. Cooling. What's going on? I like them braids."

    "Thank you, um I'm okay but it's something we need to talk about."

     "Go head."

      "Shazzam...." She paused, with suspense. "I'm pregnant."

       "It's a girl ain't it?" I said excitedly. I was happy. At this time I reallly was like all things Penelope brah. I loved her for real. So I'm like okay I'm about to get my bitch back and have a little girl. "I gotta get a job. I can really hit a lick though till I get a job."

    "No Shazzam, like you don't need to be hittin' no licks or nothing brah."

     "Man babies expensive moe, the hell. I mean Ima get a job, but Ima hit a lick in the meantime. I got this brah, I already know a plug I can take down." Now I'm in full savage mood. I'm plotting. I'm looking at the situation like I'm 19 in college, no money for real, I need some money. I gotta provide for my kid man.

  "Shazzam, where not having a baby. I'm getting a abortion. It's $450."

   The way she said it broke my heart. It was so final, so definite. I really didn't know what to say I was in shock. She wasn't even coming here to tell me she was pregnant or come up with a plan, she was here for abortion money.

   "Man, Penelope you trippin moe. Like nah you wildin' where you plan on getting the money from? I ain't helping you do shit. Facts on my muvah moe like Nah." I was more sad than anything. I was sad how easy she came to this decision, like damn.

  "Shazzam how we going take care of a child when were both broke...and-"

   I interrupted her, "You know Imma be a writer brah. They going turn my books into movies. Like the Twilight lady."

   "Shazzam you need to grasp reality. That's a fairytale. Making movies and books, only certain people do that. You need to wake up to the real world. Were broke and next year I'm going back with my mom in Detroit." See Penelope really from Detroit. 7 mile. See her real daddy live out my way on the east side, she only came here because she was beefing with her moms. So like she not really in Ga, this a phase, ya get it? Because she most definitely in Detroit now.