WHO REALLY CARES???
Allow me to introduce myself....My name is Angela Dawn Bovie'. My friends call me Angel. Born in Chicago, raised. in Harlem. An only child raised by my grandparents, Julia & Henry Foster. I have very few memories of my mother...and I've never even met my father.
It hurts to think of my mom because I've been implanted with so many negative thoughts of her. I was told that she was very abusive but I was too young to take in everything that I was told. Maybe this would explain why my heart is so cold. I didn't find out that my grandparents were not my real mother and father until my 18th birthday ..."what a present". I can't lie... I was upset for a minute because they are all that I've ever known. It hurts not to know... feeling like my whole little life has been a lie. Like all of my life I've been lied to. I mean... I'm grateful that they took me in and all but every child deserves to be with their biological parents. I didn't ask to be here ...I just can't help wishing that one of the people that conceived me would have warned me... told me more about life. More about this f***** up world that we live in. I hate feeling like I've been cheated... can't help but wonder what it would be like if things had turned out differently.
TRUTH HURTS...
If I died today...Who would come to my funeral? My grandparents are up there in age now, so I moved them in to a nice luxury Seniors home right here in the city. My closest friend is resting peacefully in heaven, and now the fact that I am exactly one month away from my wedding doesn't seem to excite me anymore. My Fiance Lee... Has been my biggest support system through it all. He is a very hard working man who doesn't mind going out of his way for me. The only problem that we seem to have is our conflicting opposite work schedules. He is a highly respected narcotics officer. Where we live ...everyone knows him. I just wish that he could have stayed on the good side of the fence, I am far from stupid... I know Just how dangerous his job can... be and exactly what comes along with that life.
" Just the other night"
I can't even think straight ...why does something always seems to happen to me? I don't f*** with nobody April. .was now fighting to process all of what had just happened .How would she begin to explain her broken picture window and her missing truck to her fiance?
BEEP****
"HELLO" "UMMM " " BABY"..." I NEED U TO COME HOME NOW" ..." THERE'S A LOT GOING ON HERE" ... " I REALLY NEED YOU"...
After sending her message with urgent delivery, she sat back down in the very same spot that she had woken up in. The edge of that black leather sectional. She knew that Lee would call or come home eventually. As much as Angel tried ...She couldn't calm down ....Who was I about to call??? Oh yea... Naija.
" NAIJA'S PLACE"
" THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME"
Naija... Lives in a small studio apartment downtown in Harlem. Exactly twenty minutes away from Angie.
The only one of the group with no kids and no future .She just wasn't that excited about life .Dancing only accommodated half of her bills, along with some of her wants. Countless miscarriages and abusive boyfriends ruined any of her chances of ever becoming a mother. "Misery loves company"... and... Tori was her best friend .YES angel and Tori were close ,but Angel knew it would be hard getting her to tell the whole truth seeing the loyalty that she displayed for her so called bestie.
