Craving an Atlanta Dopeboy this Christmas! (Sample)

Another Christmas Alone!

Qulera

Another Christmas without finding my biological mother, sister, or brothers felt like another Christmas wasted. Who would have thought a beautiful girl like me would've grown up in and out of foster care all my life? The system failed me, I was just another bi-racial, nappy-headed girl that didn't get placed into a good home. Going from home to home actually gave me tough skin. I was able to get through just about anything that life threw my way.

I was now eighteen and free to live my life on my own without worrying about what any adults had to say. I had finished high school like I promised Miss Dee I would. College wasn't on the menu for someone like me, so I started dancing at this nightclub called Yellow Fox. It was a famous strip club on the Northside of Atlanta. All the big-time dope boys came in and out of here. I, myself, already had a few fellas on my team that I was getting at. For the most part, I was single, beautiful, and didn't play that dating shit. I knew what my biggest goal in life was. It's to make it in this music industry. I have a voice of an angel, and I was very talented at writing my own music. I knew getting into the music industry wouldn't be easy, but I had already been working with this guy named Sleepy. He was a big-timer in these streets, but I knew he wasn't the guy for me. Sleepy was the type that didn't give a damn about no hoes and only cared about his money. I knew this about him, so I used him for what I needed, and I didn't want any strings attached. Sleepy knew everyone in the music industry; he was even acquainted with the most famous rappers who go by the group name of the "Migos" and some other famous artists here in the A.

I never expected to live this lifestyle, but aye, I was going to make the best of it. Having no work experience made it hard for me when I did apply for a nine to five type of job. Most times, they would just give me the run around. I knew just what most African American men meant when they said, "It was hard to find a job in America." Tonight, at the club, I had already racked up on about five stacks, and I was hungry for more. My stage name was Chyna because the owner which was an older lady named Miss Dee said I looked just like a thick-sized China doll to her. Miss Dee was like a mother to me, and she had been since I was about sixteen. I didn't mind being called Chyna as long as I could make my own money to support myself.

"Everyone welcome Chyna to the dance floor," the D.J. said. I could hear him calling me to the stage once again. This was my second solo for tonight, and whenever they heard my name called, the crowd was going wild. I could see the chicks standing around the bar with a sour look on their face like they wanted to vomit. I tried my best to stay out the club drama and just do my job without getting involved in anything. I had been dancing almost a year without getting caught up with any bull shit until I started dealing with Sleepy's ass. Sleepy was the type that made it known that he was into me. Anytime he came into the club, the hoes would be jocking, and the fellas would hate.

I had on a thong Versace bathing suit that had my breasts all out and a pair of Louboutin red bottom heels with dark pink glitter all over them. I was bad, every dude in the club wanted to fuck me, and all the hoes were jealous. I had that cornbread fed type of ass, and it was all natural. I could see Sleepy watching me out the corner of my eye as I twirled my thick thighs around the pole. Once I jumped off the pole, I landed on to my feet and shook my ass a little harder for him to watch. Don't get it twisted, Sleepy liked me, and I knew just what type of time he was on, so I never fucked him. I haven't given him any of my goodies, at least not yet! Shit, I had heard so many rumors about how crazy this nigga was, so I was passed afraid to let him even smell it. Finishing up my dance, I hit the floor doggy style. The club banger by Kevin Gates called "Jam" was playing, so I just shook my ass to every beat. I even made my ass cheeks clap a couple of times. The music was like candy to my ears, and it had me in my zone like always.

"It was cool,

And he'd get back on the phone, and say, Bernie, I got somethin' I want you to hear,

And what you do players, is you get the phone, and you hold it up to the speakers,

And you let Luther do your talkin' for you,

And Luther break it down like,

Ridin' around in my whip, listenin' to my shit,

She want to hear track six, she told me that's her (jam),

Baby girl said I got the title, got a nigga feelin' like Michael,

Jackson, Jordan, don't matter to me they both (jam),

I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed,

I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam),

I'm all in-between, that's all that she needs,

Her body rockin', nobody stoppin', this song is probably on (jam)."

Once I heard the last beat of the song, that's when I stopped shaking my ass. I was happy dancing, and I didn't care who didn't like it. Walking off the stage, I heard someone calling my club name. " Hi, Chyna, come here for a second," Sleepy said. I walked towards him without saying a word and whispered in his ear because I already knew all the messy bitches standing around was trying to figure out just what I was saying.

"Wuz up, Sleepy? I told you not to holla at me inside the club. It's too many nosey ass bitches watching, and you know Miss Dee will have a fit if she knew we were talking," I replied in his ear.

"Look, I know what you told me. But damn, shawty, you were bad ass fuck on that stage tonight. I had to say something to you. There was no way I was gonna let you get off that stage and let another nigga holla at ya'," he replied, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me closer to him. I can't lie, I kinda like the way he handled my feisty ass at times. I had an attitude on me, and it was from the hard life I came from. I was the type that grew up without not only a father but a mother as well. No one to guide me the right way in life.

"Meet me after the club over at my spot," I said with this smile on my face only a man could give a woman.

"Give a nigga a chance or some. Shit, that's all a nigga sayin'," Sleepy replied. As he let my waist go, I walked away from him. I knew all eyes were on us, besides, I could feel them all staring at me like a hawk.

It was a couple of weeks before Christmas, and I was feeling a little sad. It would be another Christmas I would spend alone without finding my biological mother or any of my siblings. Still, until this day, I don't understand why I even cared to look for her. She gave me away without a second thought on how my life would be without her. My mother, that is, and all I know is she was a European woman. I was bi-racial, so my father had to be an African American guy. I got my nappy hair from my father, but I was of bright skinned nature like my mother.

I walked towards the bar, and Miss Dee was staring me up and down. She was about to give me the business like she always did. She didn't want me getting caught up in the drama the club had to offer. She would always say, "Chyna, you got to know you're more than a quick fuck or a thug ass nigga bitch."

I knew she only wanted the best for me, and it was easy talking about everything. The doing and taking action was always the hardest part. I can't lie, there was a lot that Miss Dee didn't know about me, like the life I lived in a foster home before running away from my last home. I never talk to anyone about my past because it was just that, my past. I wanted to keep it buried deep inside of me so nobody could see all the hurt and pain I had gone through.