This is Oakland Street my street, I lived here ever since Ma and Pa died during the flood in Hawaii 5 years ago. My brother Shawn was in the system for 2 years after Aunty Rachel came and took us in. Aunty Rachel was a little rachet but she still meant well tho. My brother Shawn is turning 15 today. Man can't even make it when the street lights come on. Over here selling dope instead of following the way of Jesus Christ. He thinks he is so smart like I don't know. Anyway y'all enough of that let's get to the story.
Can"t even get up if it saved her life. I started to think of something to wake her up. Then I had the ultimate perfect plan. I walk over to her with her wig that I dumped in bleach the other night as payback for taking my skates.
bruh! Leave me alone Shawn I trynna sleep
I guess you don't want to see what I got I said irritated.
OMG why do you always got to be like this man? You so- . Wait Shawn what is that? I said. I know that not what I see in your hand.
what you mean it's a book I snapped , you must be blind.
That ain't no dang book where you get that wig from I yelled. I quickly snatched my knotless wig from his hand . Great now I have to get my other wig.
it's just a wig calm down bro. Thats why your weave raggedy.
ooh this boy I whisper , god please help me that I will not throw him out this window. Father give me the strength so I don't have to slap him to next week father god as I silently prayed. And that's why your hairline receiving I said .
Shut up! while rolling my eyes, aunty wanted me to get you so would do us the favor and hurry up and get your butt dress and get in the car. We got school let's go, unless you want to drive me to school because she said I can't walk or take the bus.
okay tell her I'm getting dress I be down in a second.
Alright" oh! and don't forget the dishes when you get home. I'm not getting in trouble for your mess. She made me scrub the floor with a tooth brush and clean the walls. You owe me a little sum I said.
If you think I'm giving you drugs you a walk your but right back out this door.
Dang i said with a hit of annoyed. I didn't even get to finish my sentence ..If you would've let me speak I was going to ask you if I can get some money while proceeded to hold out my hand.
Well I guess I'll just have to do the dishes then because you ain't getting it. Why do you waste your life on all this stuff? You don't have to live up to everyone be yourself I said sternly.
Well at least I have a job you're just sitting around like a lost duck.
I just want whats best for you , selling is not good. It's going to get you locked up little bro. I know you miss mom and dad but you don't have to sell drugs just because we're losing the house as I went up to hug him.
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𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓾𝓼
PoetryMira Jane Parker is a junior at Winchester high school, she lives in a house in oak street with her brother Shawn who is 15 years old. And her aunt Rachel who is a lawyer at Wisconsin press building on berklin 2434 street down town. She loves her be...