" Ma, why you trippin' fa? It's just some shoes! "
" Cause you know damn well that I can't afford them Jada Rene White! Why can't you be girly? Instead of dressing like a damn nigga!"
" That's the way I like to dress ma damn. You always mad over the way I dress. I'm 18 why the hell you mad?"
" You watch your tone & the way you speak to me. You are still my child and you still live under my roof! & until you move your ass out, you will respect me!"
" The hell? Why should I respect someone who doesn't even respect me? It's not like you care anyways! You always out drinking & shit!"
" You should respect me because I am your mother & I gave birth to you! "
" Then how about you start acting like my ma dukes & stop acting like a babymama using child support money for herself? I'm leaving fuck it!"
" Whatever Jada, I'm not having this conversation. Leave then!"
Well, now you guys see what I go through with ma dukes. I really hate the fact that she don't like me being a stud. I'm 18, 5'5, black & indian , lesbian, & fems are everything. Ma dukes stay sayin' ima dyke. I hate that word. I'm trying to look past it, but that shit hurts coming from your own mom man. School bouta start though, so at least I get out of this hell hole for a few hours. I hope that beautiful girl is still there. I was so polite but scared to talk to her. What if she was straight? What if she was taken? What if she's mean? Oh well. we'll see Friday!
