This Aint That

The beginning

Cincinnati, Ohio 2012

It was a perfect Autumn day in downtown Cincinnati. All of the trees around Washington Park were beautiful. All with brilliant, vibrant colors. Colors you can see from everywhere you are. All windows on apartments or houses had this breathtaking view. The reds and yellows, oranges and hues of brown all blending to make such a wonderful scene. The type of scene you could look at all day. You could sit on a park bench with a book and let the wind blow all over you as you bask in the softer light and warmth of the sun. The sun will set behind these trees and the wondrous illumination of the same colors will capture you were you are and have you in a trance for hours. Such glorious hues and shades. Purple and magenta. Even maroon, making everything the setting sun touched look like a painting. Parents out  walking with their children and family puppy. Enjoying the ambience as they headed home to get the little ones into bed. Supper will be fixed, and little hands and faces washed. Then off to bed for bedtime stories under the dark purple and shinning sky….

Fuck outta here with this shit. All that story book ass shit. This shit real life and what's really going down in Washington Park right now, you don't want yo kids out here to see.

 “Hit her ass!” Someone yelled in the crowd and I threw everything I had behind that right hook. Another right hook, then a left left hook to an uppercut. This bitch was leakin! I'm talkin bout blood everywhere! I ain't give no kinds of fuck. I wanted this bitch to bleed as much as she could without dyin I swear. She had me fucked up and she was about to remember to never fuck with me again.

I hit that bitch so many times, so hard, back to back. Anything I could connect with is what I punched. Her face, nose, ears, head, stomach or anything. I took it to her body over and over. I crashed my fist into her nose again. “Get her E! Get her! Hit her ass again!” My girl screamed from the crowd. I knew it was her cause she always screamed when I fought.

“Hit her ass back Tina damn! Hit her! Punch! HIT HER!” Some guy yelled at the girl I was fighting. I ain't give a fuck about him, her, or anybody else. I was gonna fuck this bitch all the way up.

“Yeah bitch”, I punched her stomach again, “talk that shit now.” Another blow to the stomach. “Yeah bitch, now what? Say something now.” I rained down blows on this girl like it wasn't shit. “Fuck!” She grabbed me and we fell to the ground. We got to tusslin then. What this bitch don't know is that I been tusslin all my life. I got four brothers and I'm the baby. That grabbin shit ain't mean shit to me. “Fuck you thought this was,” I said landing on top of her out of the last tumble. I punched her face over and over. “What now bitch? Huh? What now?” I rained more blows. The bitch was a bloody mess now but I couldn't stop hitting her. I wanted to but I couldn't. I was so fuckin mad.

“Stop! Stop bitch damn!” Jayci yelled grabbin me.

“Get the fuck off me! Ima kill her!” I shrieked trying to charge back her way. But Jayci and three of our other homeboys held me In place. It wasn't no shakin them niggas either. Once they had you, they had you. Comin to that realization, I had no choice but to cool my shit. As much as I wanted to keep poundin her face in, I had to chill. The girl was in a pool of blood on the ground and it didn't look good. She wasn't movin and people were startin to crowd around her sounding worried. I ain't give a fuck about her condition. What I did give a fuck about was the cops pullin up. They always around this park somewhere creeping and I ain't wanna be caught up in they shit or this shit so I had to bounce. Like now.

So welcome to Cincinnati muthafuckas. This is how shit goes here. Real, raw and just like that. So if you lookin for that nice park, kids walkin and happy bullshit, you reading the wrong book. If you lookin for real, that's me, all day,everyday so keep reading…….