Divine Sincere King, a 20 year old black young man in the hood of Florida just trying to survive. He's a local drug dealer and high school dropout who somehow lost track of his dreams and aspirations after the death of his older brother Prodigy. Str...
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My mama named me Divine, because she said when she gave birth to me she knew I was destined for greatness. She knew I was gone be somebody important. That, millions and millions of people were gonna look up to me. She would always repeat the definition of Divine to me over and over when I was younger.
"Divine...Excellent.. delightful. A form of a God or god like" She would tell me as she held me rubbing my cheeks. She would say, "My sweet baby boy, you are excellent in every aspect of the word. Even you're skin..as dark as the midnight sky.. no imperfections. People look up at the midnight sky, to see the stars shine, to talk to God, or to seek help. People will look up to you, my Divine. You will bless so many people."
She would tell the same shit to my brother Prodigy. "Prodigy... my sweet prodigy. A person endowed with exceptional qualities or abilities. You are so talented... you can do anything in this world with the abilities God gave you and you will succeed."
And the only thing that nigga was good at was moving weight, and robbing motherfuckas.
She instilled so much positivity in us as young kids we still grew up to be gangsters. Gave us them deep ass names for nothing. The life we ended up living, she was better off naming us Daquan and Rayshawn.
We ended up being statistics any way.
But fuck it, niggas only called us by "Lil D" or "P" anyway.
What the fuck we look like having them special ass names in the middle of the hood? Them shits ain't gone make our life no better. We ain't nothing different from the rest of these niggas, I know she wanted us to be though.
I always thought about this when I dropped money off to my mom, twice a week. She kicked me out when I dropped out my junior year, at 17. Prodigy died that same year, so that gave me all the more reason to drop out. I knew it was gone kill her to see me drop out of school, and follow in my brother's footsteps. And she hated me for it, I still made sure I took care of home, though.
Or tried to.
"Aye, D!" I turned my head to see a regular come walking towards me for product. I shook my head, getting out of my car.
"Fuck I tell you about approaching me at my mama crib, man? Wait till I'm done handling shit with family before you come pressing me bro." I snapped at the addict.
He was an older man, that's been hooked on this shit since I was a jit. He put his hands up, backing away from me.
"No problem, Lil D.. N-no problem" He stuttered.
"I'll be back man." I told him before walking up to my mama's black screen door. Before I opened, the main door I took a deep breath. Preparing myself for the speech she about to give me about my life and my choices. The same speech she been giving me since I started this shit at 15. The same speech she gave P. The same speech she will never get tired of giving. I know she's just hoping it'll one day change my ways but it ain't working.. I wish she would just let the shit go.
Me and P, had to live with the fact we wasn't shit but some disappointments to our mother but she never got tired of reminding us.
I used my key, to open the door. I saw my mother and her long time best friend, who we call Auntie Goldie chopping it up laughing and drinking wine coolers.
"Bad time?" I asked closing the door behind me. My mother stopped her laughter and sat her drink down, "Divine, I told you I didn't want no more money." She snapped.
I've been giving her money for years and believe it or not she never takes it. She stopped taking money from us after P died and she didn't even want to take it before then.
"What shit mama? Money? The shit that pays bills... that shit?" I asked walking into her room putting two thick stacks of 20's in the hiding place.
I keep giving it to her because I know she's gonna need it, one day. I want her to get out of this hood and live better. Shit, all the money that's saved she probably got enough to get a fucking house in the suburbs for her and Goldie.
But she's stubborn, too damn stubborn.
"The only money that pays my bills, is the money I make at the hospital. Now, you can keep giving me that money but I'm never gonna use it, I don't respect that shit and you know that! So stop, Divine seriously!" She shouted as I walked back out of her bedroom.
"I wanted you to do better for yourself, and If I take that money you make from other's people's demise, I'm no better than you!"
She's tried everything to get me to stop giving her money, she even changed her locks. But I just dug a hole in the backyard in her garden where her plants grew and started stashing it in there. So she eventually gave up, and just refused to touch it.
"It's my job to take care of you, mama. You don't have to respect it, but that's how it is." I let her know giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, Auntie Goldie." I gave her a kiss as well.
"Hey, baby. Don't mind ya mama, you know she think she miss holier than thou" Goldie sneered.
I chuckled, "Love, y'all." I said before exiting. Blowing out air of frustration, I walked back to the car only to be awaited by the addict. I handled my business with him and checked on a few corners, making sure money was good with the other suppliers before heading back to my side of town.
Walking into my condo, Camry was waiting on me with R&B music playing and good cooking. I gave a small smile to myself, as a wave of relaxation came over my body.
Camry is my ex-girlfriend that's staying with me temporarily, Although we do fuck and she cooks and cleans for me and shit, we're not together and I let that be known, which causes arguments every time I have to remind her.
I know her living with me is confusing, but she asked me to move in and take care of the house, so I let her. After all, I known her all my life and I know how much she loves me.
"So how was your day?" She asked looking up at me from her plate
"Cool," I responded quickly, stuffing my face.
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"You always say that." She mumbled.
"That's because you always ask that shit." I snapped.
She sighed, "Whatever, Divine. I'm just tryna make sure you were doing okay because we both know what tomorrow is." She said getting up with her plate.
"I've been dealing with my brother's death for three years now, I'm pretty sure I know how to cope by now," I told her drinking the rest of the juice I had left in my cup. Getting up from the table I gave her my plate and cup. I started to leave the kitchen before she wanted to talk more about it, but I was too late.
"Divine, you don't cope because you never talk about it. You just want to smoke all day, like that fixes shit. It doesn't." She snapped at me running the water.
"Look, I don't need to hear no lecture from you I already hear enough of that shit from my fuckin' mama." I snapped back looking at her with annoyance all on my face.
"I'm just saying, Divine. Don't you ever want to talk about it? You can't get mad at me for caring."
"Whatever, dog." I told her wanting to drop the subject. I grabbed my blunts from the TV stand along with my PS4 controller.
She looked at me as I turned the game system on, "Divine." She called out. "So you're just gonna ignore me?" She asked.
I did just that, the next word she said NBA YoungBoy was rapping over her loudly through the sound system.
