23 year-old young male name Jaylon James aka Jay-Jay is living the life as a drug dealer in Philly and loves the fast money without consequence thanks to his boss slash father figure name Big O who raised Jay-Jay and taught that young blood everythi...
I'm embarrassed to tell you my name but I do have a story that needs to be told. I am a young black man who used to live in the project in Philadelphia. At the age of eleven, I would witness shit that no kid deserve, watching your own parents acting like kids and forgotten my existent. Since my sperm donor left us with nothing, my mother and I were poor as fuck. I'm talking about the kind of poor that you couldn't afford nice new furniture that she had to get a used beat up sofa with piss smell and black burner mark from the cigarette that the last owner left. Rats outside of our yard while dealing with roaches inside the crib while sleeping on the floor since she couldn't afford mattress. But I didn't give a damn about how I was living at first, my main concern was how was I going to get fed without any damn groceries in our fridge with the type of salary that she gets? Whenever I see the fridge empty, I would cry like a damn baby with snots coming down from my nostril, wondering when will I ever stop being hungry?
(Chuckle bitterly)
I'll never forget the disappointment and shame written all over that woman face when she sat there on staring at the letters of each late due date bills and looking lost, like she's given up on herself and begin snorting on that powder to forget about her problems including her only son. I asks her through sobs, why are we poor mama?
Why kids at my school get to have nice clothes and new shoes but I don't?
Why don't we ever have any food and I go to bed hungry?
I asks questions after another but sadly, she ignores me. I wish I can say that she was high and didn't understand what I was, or being one of those type of parent that just want peace for herself and doesn't want to be disturb except it wasn't neither of those shits. It's because she couldn't answer it herself while wondering the same shit as well of why this is happening to us.
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She was working as a custodian for rich white people Business Company until she was let go for whatever excuse they claim they had when I already knew it was because of her damn skin color.
She did tried looking for other job. Hell, not like it would've matter anyways since they don't pay enough that we were behind rent, the mortgage that my father fucked up on is piling up, and barely bought any food that would last for at least a week. We had no choice but to live in poverty and have to rely on these damn crackers when the truth is that the government doesn't give too fucks about our black community and worked us like slaves.
The only good thing were that she was eligible for warfare and approved for food stamp to feed me. However, that shit didn't last long when her dumbass traded our food stamps for a damn powder just to snort that shit up to her brain cell.
Not only that, her crack headed ass would have strangers inside our crib like it's a party and shooting up needle in front of me. Adults drinking alcohol's, smoking weed and heard snorting after another until they're knocked out. Some people leaved during sun rise while the half stayed until sunset that I've lost counts of how many times that they give my mother to fuck up her nostril. It's been going on for months and I would beg this woman to stop, make these bad people go away and loved me, but my words including my tears didn't mean shit to her as she continue wilding out.
Even though I was young and sometimes can be naïve, I knew the way how I was living isn't normal but I've gotten used of it and stopped trying to save my mother when she refuses to save herself. Few years has past and when I was twelve years-old, I couldn't take my mom's bullshit anymore including the shit heads she invites and thought about my pop's, wondering where he is or if he ever thought about mama and me.
But if he has then why hasn't he visit us? The only way to know that answer is to find that nigga myself and asks him, I wasn't sure where exactly I was going or where to find him but I didn't stop as I continue walking to every block looking for him and bring him back home so he can take care of me and mama.
I don't remember what he is like since he left us when I was a toddler but my mom always kept our family pictures and if it wasn't for that, I would not who the nigga is or what he looks like. Fast forward, I found the man talking to some guys at a beat up house. I could tell pop's was smoking on that stuff as well.
He was fidgety while talking and scratches his neck every five seconds. But I didn't care how he was acting or looking, I was happy and relief that I found him , thinking to myself this man can help mama get her shit together or at least let me stay with him. Without thinking, I ran to him and hugged him with tears, begging him to come back home or to take me with him. Instead of hugging me back, he roughly removes my arm and shoves me back with a pissed off look on his face and yelled at me to leave.
I sobbed, telling him that it's me his son and mama needed his help. At first, he looked at me like he remembers me but then he shakes his head, telling me to fuck off and got back talking to the guys like I was invisible. I stood there feeling hopeless, realizing that my pop's was my only hope to give me a better life but he's no fucking different than that bitch mother of mine.
I wanted to show him the family photo they took when I was a baby to help him remember me, but because I was angry I did what he told me to. I took the family photo out from my pocket, couldn't help crying that my two caring parents became selfish motherfuckers bringing me into this world and not give a fuck whether I live or die. I tore up the pictures and walked away, wasn't sure where to go but I didn't want to stay another minute living with that woman and my pussy ass pop's is dead to me.
It was then I realized that I am on my own and have to learn how to survive. Few years later after meeting the man who treated me like a son and took me in, I've became a rich man living in the suburb making bank.
I finally lived my life how I should've until good shit has to come to an end and karma is a bitch. Wanna know how my story life ends? Shit, I'm about to find that out my damn self when I've already
