Concrete Rose

Summer 1995

Let's take this a ways back for a few....

Brooklyn..  Summer 1995
Niashia laid across her bed writting in her diary...  I'm so sick of this bullshit..  Everyday mommy comes home with a fucking attitude...  I don't know what her fucking problem is but I'm done being her whooping stick..  Everyday a new attitude and a new nigga I wonder if she even got any walls left the way she keeps niggas in and out her pussy...  The shit ridiculous...  I'm so glad I'm a virgin niggas ain't shit anyway especially the ones at my age...  They only want pussy and I got so much more on cap then they think I do...  Anyway it's Saturday I don't have to go into work I already caught up on my classwork I have shit to do sigh I wish I had a life... 

Closing her diary she stood and stretched...  Her 5'1 thick frame gave grown women attitudes and made grown men approach her no matter if she was looking a hot mess her natural curly long hair hypnotic Hazel eyes and ebony skin stood out like she was born and raised in the motherland...  Crossing over to her bedroom window she peered out moving the only form of coolness in her room a beat up old box fan that blew hot air instead of cooling anything down
Opening her window she gazed out wishing someone would come and rescue her from this world she called her life.....
With nothing else better to do she turned on her radio...

This is Angie Martinez and your listening to Hot 97 where hip hop lives...  Soon as the beat dropped Niashia started to shake her shit
Dipping twirling grinding to the music🎤🎼🎹🎶 she threw her hands in the air and sang along with the song blasting threw her speakers...  Can't you see what you do to me our love was meant to be you belong to me....  Totals trio of voices sang clean and clear and so did she...  All of a sudden her innocent peace was shattered...  Why the fuck this radio on so fucking loud it's not like you pay any bills in this bitch turn that shit the fuck down....

30 year old Tashara "Tiny" Williams stumbled into her
Daughters room smelling like
Old English and Cigarette 🚬smoke...  The fuck you got on too dancing in front of the fucking window I bet your nasty fast ass trying to get one of these lil hood niggas to fuck what u a stripper now change them fucking shorts....

Ma it's like 90 degrees outside and in here we don't have no ac what's wrong with me wearing these shorts I'm in my room in the house I opened the window so I could try and get some air you know this lil fan don't do nothing but blow hot air...  Bitch I know your not talking back to me about shit...  I'll take your fucking head off is you stupid or is you dumb...  Shaking with rage Tiny got in her daughters face don't make me fuck you up like I did last time...  You lucky it was just an arm that got broken bitch next time it might be your life... 

Cowering while tears slowly fell down her pretty face Niashia backed up into the wall head hanging low...  Yes mommy...  Remembering the beating she took just six months before...  Tiny reached into her ever present purse for a cigarette but the pack was empty...  Pulling out some money she threw it in her daughters face...  Take this shit and gimme a 6 pack and a pack of Newport's and your fucking fast ass better not take to fucking long either...

End of the first chapter