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DOUGLAS WHITEHEAD 📍New York, Bronx 2:30 am —
" Douglas I know you hear me talking to you " my momma yelled coming closer to me
" yes ma " I said tired of her complaining
" so why do you continue to walk in my house late at night and high off drugs " she yelled in my face
" I'm not high.. like I said earlier I'm tired I've been out all day, you just wanna a reason to kick me out tonight again " I wiping the bit of spit that got on my face off
" Douglas I don't need a reason to do anything I'm you mother not the other way around... what are you tired from Douglas, doing drugs popping "perks".. when does it stop " she said sounding like she was about to cry
" ma I don't do those anymore " I said standing up
" fuck you standing yo for 'DOUGIE, what you think your tuff now... just like you ignorant ass father.... Oh " I don't do those anymore "" she mocked me doing a weird ass voice
I'm sick of her bullshit.
" whatever ma' I'm tired " I said walking past her
" no your not Richard, GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!" She screamed from the top of her lungs
Damn for as much drugs and liquor she takes I'm surprised she can yell that loud.
" I'm not the nigga ma' stop calling me that" I said turning around mugging her.
She looked back at me with tears burning her eyes. One even threatening to roll down her brown dry skin. Adding the moisture it lacked.
" well you sure as hell are starting to act like him, I don't know why I named you after my daddy... you worthless and could never be him " she cursed, words laced with venom.
" idk know why I thought you could ever live up to your grandfather... he was a legend and powerful" she shook her head looking at me. Face laced with disgust and disappointment.
" are you sure you really wanted me to be like him... cross my own family just for some fucking white people.. who are just gonna kill me once they get what they wanted, exactly what they did to him... I'm glad I didn't grow up like him " I mugged her as the hateful sentence left my lips
" don't speak on my father like that " she said pointed my direction, if I was any closer it would've touched my nose
" why not ma' it's the truth and you know it... so what if I did grow up like him, you still wouldn't love me just the money I brought in " I said
