Just Be Free (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 5

“It’s my first time” I said. 

“Yo first time and you get a White girl. Wow Free, why it couldn’t be  a sister” A.K said. 

“Cause ain’t no sister want me, she did” I said. 

“Yo moms know about this shit, probably not  she hate White people so much” A.K said. 

“You know good and well my mama wouldn’t know.  Nigga please, I’d be pushing flowers now” I said. 

“Yeah you right. But White girl is cool peoples though”  A.K said. 

“How you know” I said. 

“A few weeks ago, I was out here on the block loaded. I had heroin, crack, and weed on me, and a lot of it. I saw cop cars coming, I knew they was gone search me, they always do. White girl was walking by. She uh looked at me, then at the cops. I guess she saw I was nervous. She say if you give me what you got, you won’t get busted. I said hell nah, I ain’t giving you my shit. She said alright, let the pigs bust yo ass then. She ain’t say it like that but you know. So I was like whatever, I ain’t trying get back locked up. She let me dump everything in  her backpack.  Cops came, and just like I said they searched me, ain’t find nothing, mad as hell thought they had me. Them pigs searched me, and then said “good day” to White girl. They ain’t even like so much look her way.  She saved my ass big time” A.K said. 

I was both  surprised and shocked by this.   

“Wow, that’s huge” I said. 

“Right. I tried to give her some money but she said she ok. I still got her back though” A.K said. 

“Wow that’s crazy. Anyway I gotta go A.K, I check you later” I said. 

“Peace” A.K said knocking knuckles with me. 

I wondered what made Brianna do that, maybe she was just being nice. Ain’t nobody that nice, you seriously gonna risk your whole life to save someone you hardly know? Nah, then again maybe she was so sure, and so confident in her skin, that she just absolutely knew without a shadow of a doubt that the cops wouldn’t bother her. That’s actually pretty reasonable especially here in Southside Chicago. It’s racist, and discriminative as ever. You watch the news you see the ever rising violence  right here in the city. Somebody get shot everyday right here, and what color are they. That’s right, their Black, young Black  people, slaughtered on the sidewalks, their blood flows through the cracks of the streets like rain water. 

We got more bodies bagged here then most morgues do.   It’s a miracle here if you live to see your eighteenth birthday.  Don’t get me wrong I love my city, but I gotta be real, this ain’t a place for fairytales.   It’s infested with poverty, violence, and crime.   It’s icky, gory, scary, bloody, violent.  Innocent blood shed on the hands of the greedy.  

It’s a bad mix. The schools are crap, over half the population is either living on or below  the poverty line. Meaning half the people are on welfare, broke, and seriously depending on  the government for whatever crumbs they may throw out.  The people angry, upset, and disgruntle.  They are mad because they are poor, and they are tired of seeing the rich lavish lifestyles, when they hardly even know where they’re next meal is gonna come from.   Seem like the only way to get rich, and live lavishly is through the never dying  drug trade.  Drug dealers around, they make so much money they could probably buy all the projects, and still have some change left over.  Money is the highest power according to them anyway. Aw but whatever I’m just talking.