Talking Spit

What Kind of Parent Would You Be?

The fiasco with the Ignorance In Society chapter got me bent. Fuck Wattpad for tryna make me change around my words just so the chapter would be visible to all. HELL NAH!

This book is raw! This book is the roots and depths of notgivingafuck cultures. I ain't taking no curse words out. Fuck that! You can't handle my mouth motherfucker! *erica mena vc*

Anywho, the high school guide rant should be up during this weekend period. I completely forgot what I was going to say, so I have to literally gather everything I'm going to put in it. I hope I don't disappoint.

I'mma make this rant short,sweet and simple. I ain't got time for getting all angry and shit again.

What kind of parent would you be?

People always ask me this. Maybe because I'm mean. Idk, idgaf either. I am about a billion percent sure I will grow up and be like my mother.

Mean,funny,turnt,strict,loving, and hella ride or die. I love how my mother scarifices almost everything for me. We've oddly grown closer recently. I love how I can somewhat confide in her and I LOVE when she randomly tells me she loves me and that she's proud of me. It makes my heart hopscotch lmaooo.

However, I will NOT play games. You ain't gon talk to me any kind of way. That's an automatic ass whopping. I ain't got time for that.

NO ONE is going to tell me what to do with my child. Nobody. Not my momma,not my baby daddy,not his mama. No one. I carried this child, I pushed this child out my coochie, this child is apart of ME. Now what muddafucka gon check me about mine? Aw.

Idgaf if his grandmomma try to run up on me. I'll smack that wig off her head and give her a two-piece with a side of coleslaw. Tf. She ain't no grandmama of mine! Tuh, I wish a bitch would.

If anybody ever hurt my baby, I need someone to bail me out. Either I go to the person and fuck them up myself, or I go on a rant and fuck everybody up in sight til I figure out who did some shit to my baby. Idgaf if a kindergarten kid beat my child up.

I'll whoop his lil ass. I fight kids. When you old enough to walk and talk, you old enough to be receiving ass whoopings. And if that child momma run up, her ass gon get done up. Anyone after her that gotta problem can kiss my ass and taste this knuckle sandwich.

Moral of the story, I'm riding for mine. That's my baby. That's my child. Anything they need,desire or deserve, I got them. I'll teach my kids everything they know and mold them into the newest faces of the future. I will definitely teach the importance of black history and prove to them that they are more than a statistic to the African American society. As long as I got mine with me, they will be perfectly fine and well structed.

Bruh, whoever gon have a baby with me gon be lucky asf. *wink wink*. New rants coming soon. Don't sleep on me.