What it do this be that chick harmony aka white girl aka Lil mulatto aka miss mulatto. But only if we cool so if ion know you then don't come at me talking bout some "hey lil mulatto" because you will get shut down. No I'm not mean I'm blunt so don't ask for my opinion if you can't handle the truth. Anyway I'm14 15 next week on june 8th and imma be back home in the A. I live in Nola but atl will always be home it's where I was born and lived every summer my whole life. So happy today my last day of school cause I missed my mammaw and pawpaw and my atl hittas. Ight I lived with my mama hope sanders in this Lil 1 bed room apartment but now I basically live alone. Been like that since I was 11 when ma was diagnosed with lung cancer. She refuses to tell mammaw and pawpaw because her pride and she stubborn that's where I get it from. So I live alone and I work a lot with my uncle he's one of the biggest drug dealers in Nola. I sale the minor stuff like weed at school and I keep what ever I make. Hey don't judge me I do what I do to survive and because I'm good at it. Nobody expects the chill,straight A,quiet student to have family problems or be selling weed on the low. Ion like it but its life I'm only doing it to get enough money to Fly transfer ma to the cancer treatment center of america in Atlanta. I just need 200 more dollars and its all done cause ion plan on coming back. So I'm packing everything up I already talked to my god mommy about me living with her for the school year she asked why but I dodged it she gave in after a hour. Uggh its to much stuff to do I ain't going to school I finished all my test so I'm done.
3 hours later
Finally finished packing so imma go see my mama. When I get to her room I see she was peacefully sleeping. I gently sat on the bed and studied her features she was so pretty. Everything about her was perfect the more I stared the more I noticed how different we looked. The only things I had from her was her dirty blonde hair,her gray eyes,and her skin tone. That's why they call me Lil mulatto they say I look so much like her but I don't see it neither do my god mommy and god daddy. They be saying I look like my daddy but what makes me mad is nobody wanna tell me who he is. Always talking bout "you to young to understand" or "I'll tell you when your older" which is complete bull. The realist one is from my mommy she said "imma tell you when your 14" the way she said it ik she was telling the truth but idek if she gI was snapped out of my thoughts by somebody rubbing my hand look up and see my mama bright blue eyes.
Ma:hey baby cakes*smiles*
Me:*groans*hey mama
Ma:and why are yo*CSO coughs*you not in school
Me:half day*smiles nervously*
Ma:umhmm you wanna talk about anything*smiling like she high*
Them meds got her feeling right
Me:nope I'm good*plays with ear*
Ma:*giggles*you get more and more like him by the day*eyes dropping*
And just like that she was out she can never stay woke for long. I kiss her forehead
Me:love you mommy*leaves*
And that night I ain't sleep at all all I could do was think about who I was like. Ik she was talking about who ever my dad is I wish she would stop playing with my mind and heart and just tell me already
