This book is centered around my black readers with brown and dark skin. This is a pro-black book. Black issues will be talked about in this book. If you don't like it, keep it pushing. Enjoy.
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THE TIME I GOT CURSED OUT BY A NIGGA Ight so BOOM... It's summer and I worked SYEP (Summer Youth Employment Program). I worked outside in the park. I'm just getting off work, bout to sign out. As I'm walking back to the center to sign out, I see a two dudes. Walking out the park. They were both lightskin. Now before I continue I don't like light skin men, but very few make an exception. Anywho back to the story... I go inside and sign out. After I sign out I'm talking to a few of my co workers, which takes about 20 minutes. I finally leave and begin my walk to the train station. The walk from my worksite and the train station is 20 minutes.
I get close to the train station. I stop to go in the corner store and buy a drink and chips. I come out the store and the two niggas I seen leaving the park are there. I look at them, but I'm not really looking at them. I'm just observing my surroundings. I put my headphones in my ears and start to walk to the steps of the train station. One of the light skin niggas call me "AYO MA!" I heard him, but ignored him. I don't respond to "AYO MA!" cause that's not my name. So I keep walking. This nigga had the AUDACITY to run up to me and tap me on my shoulder. I turn around with a hint of attitude in my voice.
"Yes. Can I help you?" "Uh, I just think you really beautiful." "Thank you." I turn back around and keep it moving. He freaking steps in front me so I don't move. I look up at him like Are you deadass my nigga? He says, "I can't get ya name?" I say "It's Bianca and I have a boyfriend, excuse me." I try to push pass him, but his little friend wanted to be posted up beside him. So I roll my eyes like I don't have time for this.
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The nigga sees me roll my eyes and goes "Oh, so you got a attitude?!" I look at him like he got 8 heads and say "Yes! I just got off work and I'm tired! Can you please get out my way?" I try to push pass again. Once again I'm stopped. "You know what all you bitches is the same. Always got a fuckin attitude!" Oh so you mad big boy?
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I push both them niggas out my way, as small as I am. He turns around and says "Why you gotta be like? I'm just tryna get to know you." And i'm like "No thanks. I'm good." He says "Ight then FUCK YOU!! SUCK MY DICK!!" I go "YA MOTHA!!" And then I calmly walk up the stairs.
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I'm sorry if this storytime wasn't as funny or good as expected, I was just rushing. Also, the reason the story is written the way it is, is because I'm from NYC and that's basically how we talk deadass. Um, please like, comment, and vote. Share this book with your friends. Keep up the black girl magic.
