Song Cry

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Keenon.

"So the doctors discovered a umm...a lump in my breast." My momma explained, this time in person.

Although she wanted to I refused to allow her to explain to me over the phone that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I was mad, but I don't know at who.

I was kind of mad at myself because my momma is dying and the only memories that I can recall is me disrespecting her not thinking that she would ever be diagnosed with something like this.

"A-Are you going to be okay?" I stuttered, sipping some of my wild berry lemonade.

I noticed her blink back tears before she answered, "Baby...listen. I-I-I only have two month approximately."

"W-What, what is that supposed to mean momma?"

She wiped her single tear. "Everything is going to be alright Keenon."

"Momma what is that supposed to mean? Momma why is this happening to you?"

"The lord works in some mysterious ways baby so I can answer that."

All I can do is cry but I don't want to I want to be strong for my momma.

"Keenon it is okay to show emotion baby."

I shook my head and buried my face in my folded arms on the table and sobbed silently.

*
{December 30th}
Teyana.

"Kee-" I call but get cut off of him yelling, "WHAT?!" I jumped but then fixed my composure.

"Why are you being like this YG? I don't like to see you like this, let me help you."

He shook his head. "Help me do what?"

"You're trying to hold all your emotion in babe, it's okay to cry, you don't have to be hard all the time." By now I was crying because I hate seeing him like this.

"I ain't trying to do shit!"

I tucked in my lips and then sighed. "Keenon, I love you, I don't like seeing you like this. I know this hurts babe."

"You don't know how this feels man, you ain't ever have to deal with shit man. My momma is dying how am I supposed to cope with that?" Keenon talks out of his ass some times.

When my grandmama died I was young, she and my granddad we're all I had and then she pasted away and I felt this exact same way but I didn't carry myself like this because I knew she would want better and I know that Keenon's momma would probably despise seeing him like this right now.

"You have to believe that everything's gonna be okay."

"But it's not!" He walks toward me. "She's gonna die soon, too soon." He climbs in the bed next to me. "I don't know how to handle it Teyana. I really don't."

A single year fell from my eye as he laid his head on my breast. I caressed his shoulders an during that I felt a tear fall on my chest.

"This hurts Teyana." He finally cries.

"Life hurts baby."

*
(January 2nd)
Keenon.

"Don't treat me like a cancer patient Keenon."
My momma chuckled on the phone.

"I'm not momma. Just wanna spend time with you."

"All of a sudden you're so sweet Keenon."

"Momma where do you wanna go, tonight?"

"I wanna go to the jazz festival in Hollywood."

"That's tonight?"

"Yes and it begins at five o'clock."

"Alright I'll be at your house at four o'clock on he dot momma."

"Alright, oh and dress in a suit and tie."

"Alright."

"Bye."

"Bye momma."

I hung up my phone and set it on the dresser to see Teyana looking at me with a disappointed look on her face.

"What's wrong with you?"

"We were supposed to go out tonight."

"Out? You wanna go to the Jazz Festival with me and my momma?"

"No, Keenon, just go."

"What are you mad for Teyana?"

"I'm not mad."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not, I'm just annoyed Keenon, you said that you were going to take me out but instead you're taking you're momma out."

"My momma has breast cancer, not you. The inside and out of your boobs are perfectly normal, not her would you like to take her place now?"

She shook her head.

"Don't come home to late."

"I won't it's a Jazz Festival not the BET Awards after party."

She rolled her eyes.

*
YG.

"Where's it at then?" Teyana inquires.

I shrug. "I don't know."

"Because you don't have one, you don't receive a high school diploma unless you graduate high school."

"I did graduate!" I insist.

"From where?"

"Compton High School."

"I don't believe you. So out of 63% percent of Compton High School student that drop out you decide to graduate with the other 47%?"

"Yup."

"And you expect me I believe that?"

"You should because it's the truth."

I parked the car in front of the trap house.

"Don't get out."

"I won't." Teyana guarantees.

I huffed. "Hand my the cocaine." She dug into her bra and handed me the small bag. "Lock the doors, Teyana."

"I will, be safe."

I chuckled. "Man this ain't nothing but a thang."

I strutted over to the door, using my flashlight on my phone as a guide because the moon ain't doing a good job.

I heard a handful of Rottweilers barking, making me shiver a little.

"Where's umm Huey at?" I asked the nigga sitting on the step smoking a blunt.

"I'm Huey."

"Oh, what's up fam'." I dapped him.

"Who you?"

"Y-YG."

"Oh. Oh. You got my crack?"

"Y-Yeah. H-Here you g-go."

"Thanks man." He hands me the fifty and then gives me a final dap.

I usually wouldn't be shaken up like this from no nigga but that nigga scares me.

With his one eye, he doesn't even put a patch on it just let's it hang...like what's his name...that singer that sings Trap Queen, from Jersey, anyways plus he's supposed to be in prison for life for like 3 homicides this year. How the hell he got out, who the fuck knows? But I want nothing to do with this nigga.

But I had to make this money because I wanna buy something special for my momma.

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