If you would have told me niggas wasn't shit, I probably would have believed you. But I know bitches ain't shit either, cuz I sure as hell don't give a damn. I'm bout as ruthless as these niggas.
I can remember back when I finally turned 16. I was the last in my crew and I couldn't wait. I thought I was a full blown woman then, you couldn't tell me nothing. A bitch was acting out so bad, my mama had threatened to send me to my daddy's; but that wasn't gonna stop me. Even after my miscarriage, I still had managed to become her worst headache.
Growing up in Greenwood was all about survival of the fittest. I could count on one hand how many bitches from the hood had actually made it out and made something of themselves.
Most bitches these days swear up and down, stunting on social media, saying they good because they shake they asses at basic ass strip clubs down here. But hey, to each its own.
The day that I realized that my body was my golden ticket, I knew there was no way possible it would let me down. I was getting outta Greenwood even if it killed me. I wouldn't tryna live content like these bitches.
I had spent the past few years of my fabulous life playing mistress to a nigga that my mama was head over heels for, and she couldn't even see that he didn't want her ass. She would always come home after long days of shopping and sitting in the salon just for him to notice her. Latrell would buy the most expensive pieces of lingerie, drop bands on some bundles, and even paid the hottest surgeon in the city to make her ass a lil fat. But do you think he noticed the bitch? Nope! Uncle Kenny made sure that he saw his way between my thighs every night.
Standing at about 5 foot even, my long, natural black hair stopped in the middle of my back, my eyes were beautiful and hazel. I had the face of a model and a body that made most of the grown women on the block envy me. I had hips, thighs, and my ass so big a nigga drooled every time I switched by. I had it all! I was nothing like my mama.
Latrell was all skin and bones, up until she got her implants. Now she just looked like one of those fucked up ass Kardashians.
"Kelsei you need to bring your ass down here and set this table before mama Sue and them gets here!" She yelled from down the hall.
I smacked my lips.
Times like these I wish I could just snap my fuckin fingers and be out of this infested ass hood. And most definitely be away from her.
My mama was working my last nerve about this dinner she had planned for Kenny's mother. After all these years, she was finally meeting her. Who would have thought that a woman could be with a man for over a decade and she was just meeting his mama?
"I'm coming!" I spat pulling my hair up into a messy bun. I made sure to look my best cuz I couldn't wait to see Kenny. It had been a while since he had been by the house and I was starting to miss him.
Kenny was a big time lawyer and he ran damn near half the city. He had endorsements, was good friends with the mayor; he was that nigga. My mama was a lucky ass woman. Well, at least I was. Kenny had me spoiled. Whatever I wanted, he provided. The man catered to my every need. But I refused to be seen out in public with him.
Whenever my mama would have to work the late shift at the hospital, I'd have all the time until 8am to be with Kenny.
It didn't bother neither of us that he was a 37 year old married man. As long as Latrell was able to have somebody to flaunt around her hood rat friends, she was well content with being his side bitch.
But when it came down to me, things were so different. He had told me plenty of times that he wanted to leave his wife for me on my 18th birthday but I knew I couldn't let him do that. As much as I would have loved to live the life as being the lady on his arm, I knew it was all wrong. I was just enjoying my life. You only get one right ?
