In Memory Of Momma Greene
Looking across the street I see my friend Kazier playing on his new bike. See I would go play with him but momma was doing my hair for Sunday. She wanted me to look pretty but I didn't want to be pretty. I wanted to go play.
"Junie sit still fa I have to whoop ya ass now ya hea me!" She yelled popping my neck with the comb. I whimper lowly but sit still not wanting a whoopin from mommy. Kazier looked at me sadly and sat at the end of his yard with a twisted face.
I guess mommy should have done my hair in the house that day. A car passes by and a man with a blue masks leans out the window and shoots momma right in between her eyes.
I scream loudly as mommas body landed on top of mine. Blood flowing from her head onto my face. I felt this pain in my shoulder and I screamed as it burned.
I seen the lights flashing from a distance as my neighbors ran to our porch to help. I tried to stay awake but my eyes closed so quick.
