Teenage Blues

Don't Hurt Yourself

|Beyoncé's POV| 

I got a call last night from Jr.'s coach about his grades and how he was close to being benched, once again. You would've thought his ass had learned the first time. Clearly he needs to be monitored like a child because trying to give an almost 17 year old responsibility doesn't work.

On top of that, coach told me that Jr. would be sitting out of the game this week because he didn't show up to two of the practices that week. I would call Jay, but I already know he's on a flight back so I'd tell him when he got here. What I wasn't waiting for was talking to my damn son. Great way to start my Saturday.

After checking on the twins, I went into Jr.'s room. I expected him to be awake since it's going on 9am and he's usually out of the house on his way to basketball, but nope. There he was halfway off the bed knocked out. I gently tried to wake him up, but as irritated as I was, I went and got a cup of water and dumped it on his ass.

"Ahhhh!"

Yup, now he's up. He looked around the room, saw me standing there, and pulled the covers over his head. Oh, he wants to play this game.

"Nope, get your ass up!"

I pulled back the cover and smacked him upside his head. That made him jump up and he was pissed off.

"Mom, what are you hitting me for? What did I do?"

"I'm hitting you upside your head hoping I would knock some sense into you. I got a call from your coach saying that your grades are a mess, you're skipping practices, and that you're not playing this weekend. What the hell is going on?" I asked.

Did my son answer me? Nope. He sucked his teeth and went into his bathroom as if I wasn't standing there. Oh, he's got me confused with one of his lil friends. He can give them attitude all he wants, but I'm his mother, he better check that shit.

"Shawn, I asked you a question and I expect an answer."

He came back out the bathroom and sat on his bed.

"Ma, I had something going on that I had to get sorted out. I didn't tell you and dad cause y'all didn't need to get involved. I straightened it out so we good. Me missing a game ain't nothing. I'll be back next week," he said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean it's nothing? You've poured so much time and energy into basketball so don't tell me it's nothing. What the hell is going on?!"

"Mom, it's too early for all this shit. Get the fuck off my back, I got this."

What the fuck did he just say to me? Beyonce, calm down. Lord forgive him, he knows not what he said. Clearly he woke up on another planet this morning thinking it would be okay to fix his mouth and speak to me that way.

"Who the fuck are you taking to?"