Life of April

Simple as that

I decided I didn't give a fuck no more. Especially since Marquez was leaving soon. I sighed. All my clothes were now dirty as hell so I stayed home from school. In the living room, I seen mama woke smoking a cigarette. I shook my head in dismay. She's pregnant, almost forgot. This was too much. I went over to the couch and yanked the cigarette out her hand. She stared at me blankly.

"The hell you not in school for, and gimme back my shit." She yelled snatching it right back from my hand. There was a slight echo in the room.

"Did you forget you was pregnant dumb ass?" I snapped. She was quiet.

"I-i forgot." She stuttered. Typical. I swear her drinking and smoking always messes up her brain or some shit.

"Oh okay. That's bullshit ma. You need to stop killing your baby. Matter of fact, be normal for once, please! We're starving here. Clothes are dirty and we don't even fucking have cable no more! My brothers are being more of a parent to Shayla, Candice, and I than you will ever be!" I stormed out of the cluttered house leaving her there in shame. I didn't want to do it, but I have to put my foot down.

"It's not okay. It's not okay. It's not okay. I did what I felt was right so oh well." I cried. I looked at the sky. "Lord, I try to believe in you but I don't feel your presence anymore. I do well in life but instead you set me up with the devil. Something's gotta change." I called out to the sky. I sighed and walked away. Sometimes I think death is better than reality.

Mama's POV

I felt and looked like shit. I had dark circles and bags under my eyes and my weave literally had cobwebs stuck to it. I wanted to cry. Especially after that argument with April. She's a bitch but love is love. What the hell am I saying, I hate these little bastards! A bunch of idiots and living hells. They need to let me do me and stay the hell out my business. The fuck. Why on Earth would April's ugly ass try to throw away my cigarettes. I had plenty stored under the couch anyway. I lit one up and puffed away. After a few minutes I already blew through four cigarettes. I set the last one on the counter. I laid down on the couch staring at the ceiling. I was poor, but satisfied. I'm still a young and sexy bitch, I know I could get any nigga, I was unstoppable.

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