UnWorthy

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She is so beautiful

This woman with her full lips and soft skin

Melanin that radiates in the sun

Curly fro that gravity just can't move

Those brown eyes that showcases specks of gold

Thick thighs that came from grandma's soul food

This woman she smiles just as she fades away

And she says to me  "When you spiral through the atmosphere

all they see is motion." 

I jolt up causing my phone to fall on the floor.

Trying to push that odd dream out of my mind I get up and head to my closet. Picking out a plain tee and some gray sweats I then head to my sock drawer. Grabbing some blue panties, white bra, and some mix matched footie socks. Making my way out of my room and to the bathroom I bump into Amia my older sister. She towers over me and looks down. She is six feet even and doesn't miss a chance to complain about it. Her skin is like a warm milk chocolate color. Her beautiful cheek bones were definitely sculpted by God. And these big doe eyes she inherited from our mother gave her that innocent look that had eligible bachelors ready to storm our house.

"My bad love I'm in a rush." Looking her up and down I see her casual outfit neatly on her slender body and some scrubs in her right hand. Amia was finishing up Medical School and had just received her residency acceptance at a local hospital in the area.

"No sis I am. Look at me all in the way while you tryin to go save lives and shit." She giggles and hugs me before rushing out the door.

Walking into the bathroom I shut the door and start my private concert in the shower.

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"Darling would it not be stunning if we purchased diamond studded roses for the party?" My mother questions Christopher her husband while playfully pulling on his tie. "No my love the Vanguard's did that last season. You know I like to be different so, why not getting gold-plated poppies for the center pieces?" Christopher sips on his coffee as he checks one of his many stocks on the market.

Christopher Columbus Walton is the second cousin of Sam Walton's son. He and the rest of his family own over half of Walmart. His family is worth 152 billion dollars. Like his father before him he strives for the success of Walmart and other personal companies he has on the side. He has never cared about what he spends because his companies make it right back at tenfold.

"Okay baby I will make the call." My mother Keira kisses his shaven face and strolls away like a bashful schoolgirl to get her phone.

Glancing over at me Christopher smiles. "Roseanna how are you studies this semester?" Mentally rolling my eyes I straighten up and look him in the face. "Fine Sir." My mother didn't tolerate disrespect when it came to Christopher. I didn't feel having a screaming match with her later so I tried my best to hold my tongue. He was just so conceded and full of himself. It really rubbed me the wrong way but he was the first man to show my mother any respect. That was more than I can say about me and Amia's dad.

I then feel a small hand tug at my shirt ."Auntie I h-hungrey." I smile and look down at my baby Amora in pajamas with her messy hair piled on top of her head. Walking past I see her raggedy ass momma raid the fridge. "Why you telling that fat bitch instead of me?" My sister Angel smirks at her weak-minded comment and pulls out some orange juice. Frowning I look down at my thighs and loose pair of sweats. I was losing weight but the shit she said always gets to me. Was I too big? And if so why would my sister find satisfaction in belittling me?

"What I tell you about cursing around Amora!?" She rarely acts like a parent to her child and that was starting to piss me off. "Girl that's my child I do what the fuck I wanna do." Christopher silently shakes his head at his daughter's behavior but says nothing. Angel and I were about the same height at five and a half feet. She was the lightest out of all three of us thanks to Christopher. Her natural hair was wild and curly like Amora's but straighteners and dyes left it wavy and slightly damaged. Everyone says she is looks like a model but I don't see it. Like Amia she is skinny and small with a pretty face. In my opinion her whole aurora screams that she is a always wasted passed around. Angel stays in designer clothing provided by Christopher. But it baffles me because she still looks like a basic bitch.

"Shit always wanna tell me what to do when you the one who need to hit the gym. Don't worry about me you need to worry about that double chin you flabby fuck." Christopher holds back his laughter and goes to find where his wife wandered off to. I go ahead and pour my niece some almond milk in her cereal and place it down on her eating mat. Making sure she is eating and happy, I then grab Angel by her hair and fling her to the ground.

Angel and I fight like clockwork so it really isn't anything new. I drag her into the foyer away from Amora. She then flips me over and beats me in my face. I give her one quick punch to the stomach and it stops all her aggression. Doubling over in pain she tries to regain her composure but I take the chance to kick her to the ground. "Why would I go to the gym when I can use you as a punching bag, bitch?" Angel growls in pain and gets ready to make a comeback but suddenly her face looks somber. But before I can question her appearance I see Christopher briskly walk passed with Keira in his arms.

My breathing halts when I see my mother's ring on her hand dripping with blood.

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