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Key'mauni Blake- (kay-mon-nee) 21 years old. Kalfit road,Jamaica Kingston
8:25 am
"Behind every strong woman is a story that gave her no choice" -Nakeia Homer
I stared down at the letter in my shaky hands, through teary eyes.
"After careful consideration, We at the Chicago school of the arts regret to inform you that your application to our institution was rejected"
"After careful consideration, We at the Chicago school of the arts regret to inform you that your application to our institution was rejected"
"After careful consideration, We at the Chicago school of the arts regret to inform you that your application to our institution was rejected"
the more I read it, the more it left a stinging sensation on my chest. this was my second time applying and I still couldn't get in no matter how hard i tried.
that was expected though.
the application was supposed to be a video of me dancing at my home, to a song of choice, it would be assessed by the headmasters of the school, then a decision would be made.
the problem is-
"key'mauni hurry come outta mi rassclat toilet nuh man" I heard my 'mother' yell from the other side of the door
sigh.
I got up and opened the door quickly, being hit in the face with what I believe was her hand
I fell back flat on my back, watching as she towered over me
"Fuck you doing in there so long? Don't you know what time it is?" She huffed with her hand placed on her hip.
8:00 am....aka....drugs time
"sorry nah man" I kissed my teeth, attempting to get up and walk past her, but before I knew it I was punched dead in the stomach, sending me into the fetal position to protect my face rom all her fatal blows.
"I fuckin hate you, yuh fucking waste ah space child! you an' all yuh siblings betta hurry get the fuck outta mi house!" she yelled angrily before storming into the bathroom leaving me on the floor whimpering.
I felt two hands practically yank me up from the floor, quickly recognized them as the hands of my older sister pulling me towards our shared bedroom.
"are you okay?" Iyana mumbled with her hands on my shoulder looking directly into my eyes, as if observing me.
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