D.R.I.P

Chapter 1 (Ah'Jhene)

Call me Jhene. I'm not your average chic. I'm not basic by no means. All my life I been a bad bitch and that's final!

     I can get anything I want from a nigga and I mean ANYTHING from ANY NIGGA! I know you'll probably judge me like the rest of these bitches, but I don't give a fuck. I neva cared about being liked.

    Alpha females don't need friends, alpha females rock alone. We don't run in packs for a reason. For that matter... fuck bitches!

They just hate me because they can't do what I do. These bitches weak as fuck and don't know how to fineness these niggas, but ima give these bitches the game.

You want a nigga to pay off your car note, mortgage and phone bill every month? You want your side nigga to envy your main nigga? Vice versa?

    What if you had a nigga in your life to take care of every need... little and big? What if you could call a nigga right now and have all your shit in tact by tonight? Yea it's nice to be independent and all, but why not make these niggas pay?! Do yourself a favor sis!

Me, I'm the type of bitch that get any nigga I want. And I don't discriminate. See that's where bitches make their first mistake. Some want a hood niggas, others like squares. Some want the pretty boys and others want a rough necks. Don't matter as long as he pushing his weight for you.

    If you're one of them type of women to be hung up on ONE type... please loose that mentality. You'll never win with that mindset. I'm just sayin!

    Now what if you could have the hardest nigga on the block? What if you could have the nigga all the bitches want? How about a NBA star? Maybe even a doctor for that matter? What if you could have a celebrity type nigga? How about an Aladdin kind of nigga to sweep you off your feet? Like I said I can get any nigga I want! You bitches can too.

    Probably wondering how I turned out to be such a cold hearted person! My daddy was never around so let's start there. My mama was with a nigga for ten years that used to beat the hell out of her. He gave her a bunch of babies, but never gave her a ring before he eventually ran off and married the next woman.

    See in my eyes there is not one nigga out here to be trusted! Not ONE! I don't care if it's your brother! I don't care if it's the love of your life! I don't care how good a nigga treat you! They ALL lie!

    Now back to me telling you how I became a cold hearted bitch...

    When I was 5 I was molested by my moms cousin who was left to baby sit me. By the time I was 6, his best friend was molesting me too. I told my mama. She didn't believe me and by the time I was 10, most of my boy cousins were dry humping me like a piece of trash. I learned about sex real early after that.

    I lost my virginity at 13 to a 17 year old boy in the neighborhood. He was the first nigga to actually penetrate me. He was almost 18 fuckin the shit out of lil ass daily. Sometimes he'd talk me into ditching school just so he could fuck me. Fucked up part about it is, I gave him my virginity and he gave me clamydia in the process.

    I got real scared and avoided him after that. I was not going to be a victim of HIV over a dirty dick nigga. I was to young to die.

    By the time I was sixteen I met my first love Tashawn. He was a hot head in the streets. I ended up pregnant by him at seventeen and raised his son while he was in prison serving A life sentence.

    That man was the first nigga I truly loved and he fed me the real about niggas. When they took him, they took my best friend. But even a real nigga like Tashawn was a liar.

    Not too Long after our son was born I found out that he got another girl pregnant. Our kids are 3 months apart. Talk about heartbreak.

    By the time I was in my early twenties I was living on my own. Just me and my only son. We moved to the hood like a lot of single black moms do. I'm half Latin, but I identify as a black woman.

    Anyways, me and my son moved to the hood when I was about 22. The first street nigga I turned down raped me like a savage. That was the first time in life I ever really felt defeated. That fucker ended up getting away with what he did to me. Can you believe he got away after he raw dogged me and tore the inside of my vaginal walls?

    See there's no justice for black girls in the hood. It's hard bouncing back after shit like that, but I had no choice because my son needed me. And I'd be damned if he ended up like any of those monsters!

    Growing up I was always told how beautiful I was. But beauty ain't everything. Why can't people see that?!

    Nobody cared for me being smart. Nobody even knew that I was strongly into poetry and dreamed of being a queen like Mya Angelo. I wrote a poem everyday. I mean EVERYDAY, but All people ever noticed were my looks and that shit was my curse.

    Beauty is the thing that got me raped and fucked multiple times. Deep down inside I hated being beautiful. I just wanted to be normal, but I could never be normal after all the damage my spirit had been through. I had to turn these negatives into a positives some how. So if you judging me than...FUCK YOU!

    Eventually I woke up to the shit I desired and needed in my life. Eventually I got tired and had to gain control of my destiny so that's exactly what I did.