Chapter 1

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|A/n : if you find any faults on facts in this book it is because I'm making them up myself, so use your imagination please✌🏽❤️|

|A/n : if you find any faults on facts in this book it is because I'm making them up myself, so use your imagination please✌🏽❤️|

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|A/n : No part of this book may be copied or sampled without the consent of the author (me) |

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June 2nd 1992, long beach CA.

|Monaé's P.O.V|
|Pronounced (Mo-nay|

'At times in life, when I stop distressed, to find my wounds lying undressed; and pain is all that I can feel, with no one around to get me to heal.'

'At times in life, whom do I blame?, when fate plays a nasty game. Best friends turn bitter foes, and leave behind a string of throes.'

'At times in life, when im trudging along, with no one to whom I can belong; I need nothing, but love that's true, which is why I am in search of you.' ~ Monaé n. Wallace

Scribbling the last line and take a long pause to re-read my poem once again, damn...this shit getting too deep.

I close my poetry book slowley, placing it on my bedside table with a small sigh. I need my ass a fat blunt right about now, I lift myself from my bed before walking into the very overheated living room, where i spot my homegirls Déja and Monique on the couch talkin, who where accompanied by déjas man Darnell.

"Ayyy! You Finally stopped fucking with that damn book I see" déjà cheered making me kiss my teeth, walking over to sit on the single couch.

"Shut yo bitch ass up and pass me some liquor" I roll my eyes, cracking a smile. Monique swiftly tosses me some 40', while Déja was laying back onto Darnell who was sucking a Popsicle.

"Shawty needa chill on the 40', thas ah niggas thang" Darnell teased suckin on his red Popsicle.

"Oh yeah? And suckin shit like THAT is a bitches thang...Gay ass nigga" I take a sip of my liquor only to be surprised at the fact the motherfucker was luke warm, I kiss my teeth before something hits me in the face.

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