Life was shaking when you had a couple of bad bitches with you; you see I had three bad bitches name Aaliyah, Noemi, and Kim. They always had my back when I was in a fucked up problem. Aaliyah was like a big sister to me because I grew up with her on 12th street. And she knows what I’ve been through, because her father left her and her moms also but the fucked up part is that her mom is a prostitute.
Whenever her mom comes home from you know late night’s shifts. Sometimes she’ll bring her work with her. She’ll sneak out the window and come to my flat. But one night when her moms was out of town. Somebody robbed the house while she was asleep, that somebody went to her room and shot her in the head, point blank. I swear I didn’t go to sleep nor eat. My friends were worrying about me, but on some real shit could nobody understand the stress I put myself in.
May 23rd was Aaliyah funeral; she looked very beautiful lying in the casket. I smile for the very first time. A tear came off my cheek to her forehead; I knew that she was in a better place because god has her safe.
Feeling free
It’s been almost 3 months after Aaliyah died, I visited her grave site at least everyday to show her that im still with her. I started going back to school, and I started working because moms need help with food.
Everyday when I wake up it just feels like a fresh new start of the day, like god gave me another chance to be great to others.
Taking a bullet
I fell right back with the crew, but it wasn’t really my fault that I did it was just too hard to resist the action and shit. But hey that’s only outside of school.
Sometimes when I’m watching the news, I be hearing that young innocent teenagers be getting killed ages 13-18 years of age. Yeah it’s really that bad in society, but I swear some kids got it good though because they don’t have to worry about who got shot or who robbed who shit it’s kind of like a win, win situation.
