Dance 4 You

Bigger

Life is your birthright, they hid that in the fine print
Uh, take the pen and rewrite it
Step out your estimate
Step in your essence and know that you're excellent
Rise (rise), the spirit is teachin'
Oh, I'm not just preachin', I'm takin' my own advice

I sat next to Bryson in a courtroom. No this isn't about me getting shot, it's a custody battle. I didn't even know Bryson was doing this. Last month when I met Chris's parents and broke down about my parents, I told Bryson and he started setting up and saving to do this.

"So this is a custody battle over Rodrick Moore, between his mother and brother?" The judge asked. "Yes ma'am," Bryson answered. "That's new, where the daddy at?" "He left when Rodrick was about 3." My mom stated. "Ok, so Bryson Moore, Why do you want custody over your brother?" The judge asked.

My mom had Deandre as her witness and I guess I was Bryson's witness.

"I want custody because Rodrick has been staying with me for at least a year." "Why has he been staying with you?"

"When our mom got together with Deandre, Deandre was beatin' on Rodrick for about 10 years. So I took Rodrick with me when I moved." Bryson explained. The judges hummed and nodded. "That's not true your lying!" Deandre shouted across the courtroom. "Sir, don't speak to him or shout again in my courtroom."

"I'm not lying, I have pictures from the most recent time Rodrick was over there and he came home with slap marks and bruises, this was like a month ago," Bryson said to the judge. "Bring me the pictures." The judge told the officers.

"You said you both moved out, so why was he over there at her house?" "Our school called her because he got suspended," Bryson answered. "Our school? You're both in school?"

"Yes, ma'am" "These are some bad bruises, Ms. Cantrell. Were you aware of what your boyfriend was doing to your son?" "No ma'am." "She's lying!" I blurted out. "Stop shouting in my courtroom yall." The judge demanded. "Rodrick, can you come here and explain what would happen before you moved?"

I walked to the stand and started talking. "Deandre would beat on me when he got drunk or when he was mad, he would also beat on my mom and when I would try to stop him he would beat me. My mom would stand in the doorway and watch him."

Court went on for another hour until the judge finally came up with a conclusion. "Bryson Moore will get custody of Rodrick Moore and 500 a month in Child support." She banged her gavel and the court was dismissed.

After we left we went out to eat. I chose Coney Island since I didn't eat breakfast. I ordered an omelet and hashbrowns. "So what you wanna do for your birthday?" "I don't know, maybe go out of town. Disney land." I said. "You must think I got money" Bryson chuckled.

When we went home Chris was sitting on our porch. "Hey Bryson, Hey lil man." He winked. "Wassup, come in," Bryson said.

We all walked in and I went straight up to my room, Chris tried to follow but Bryson stopped him. I guess they gonna talk.

I sat on my bed and scrolled through TikTok until I heard Bryson yell my name. I groaned and went downstairs.

"I was telling Chris that I don't want no freaky shit going on and he said that there already has been. What did yall do?" Bryson asked. My head jerked to Chris. "Dude what the fuck?" I asked, shooting daggers into his soul with my eyes.

"I don't participate in that freaky shit, I'm a good Christian," I said, smiling, trying not to laugh.

"Yo faggot ass ain't no good Christian, you going to Hell," Bryson mumbled. "What?" I asked Bryson. "Nothing, I ain't mean it."

"Yes, you did." I teared up. "I just said I didn't, Today is supposed to be a good day."

"Yea dude that was uncalled for..." Chris added. "I didn't mean it I swear it just slipped out," Bryson informed again.

"That's what you think of me? I was right you hate me!" I shouted, running upstairs, crying.

"I'm just a fucking faggot, I'm just a big fucking sin," I mumbled as I got in my bed. I lay there as I drifted off to sleep.

When I tell yall this was the best nap of my life.

I felt my bed sink and I woke up, Bryson was sitting right next to me on my bed. "I know I fucked up, but I really didn't mean it. I love you bubba, I don't know why I even said that..." He talked to himself. "You said that because you think I'm a faggot." I turned over, shocking him.

"No, I swe-" I cut him off. "Alexa, play Bigger by Beyonce," I demanded the virtual assistant. I hummed along to the Melody of the song. I grew to like this song because it reminds me that I am important and I'm black excellence.

"I apologize, I hope you can forgive me." He leaned over and kissed my forehead before leaving. I immediately wiped my forehead once he left.

After Bigger ended I played Hit 'em Up by Tupac, I need to get hyped and this is my ultimate hype song.

"THAT'S WHY I FUCKED YO BITCH YOU FAT MUTHAFUCKA!" I shouted at the top of my lungs

I threw a whole concert as the sky grew black.