𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐘.

➢ under the sun.

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔.

If, you miss me
And you, can't find.

I done seen it all, oh my God
Uh.
I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
Uh, uh...

𝐤𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

What is life?

Turning 16 in hell.

I mean, Juvie.

Do we really have a difference?

I don't know.

I honestly think my experience there was worst than my twelfth birthday.

Being ignored by two bitch ass delinquents,

just because a relative died and nobody wanted to remember that it was MY birthday.

But, from my experience,

I definitely think balling my eyes out was better for that day.

( 𝑲𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎. )

Thanks, Mom.

Thank you for this,

for sending me to hell.

I mean,

Vernon Grove's Juvenile Detention & Rehabilitation Center,

I enjoyed every moment of it,

especially the attention I received from my peers.

I knew I was pretty, but you know that you're the shit when both Guys (and Girls) start fighting over trying to hook up with you.

Trust me, it was real.

𝑲𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌.

When I'm home,

I'll be back to being Kay...

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐊:

"Brown, do you have any weapons or substances that we should know about before we allow you off the premises?" A fellow African-American woman in her late-forties faced my direction, as she held her hand out just in case; I don't get why they wouldn't check me for this shit as they did before. 

With an evil glare, I just remained quiet. Now, why the hell would I have anything on me right now? When I get back home, I'm running up my mom's credit card bill and meeting with some old-time friends that I can easily get some drugs from...