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 going to 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 world. 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, and 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 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 moved out of my mom's house the year my brother died. I hated to leave her while she was grieving, but it wasn't healthy for me. It was too depressing, it was making me want to fucking off myself for real. My mom was like a zombie, and I felt like I was losing her too. It was too much, I had to go.
I got with Tony for some work, and I've been maintaining for a while now. P gave me the contact to the connect he was working with after he left Tony, but I decided to keep it in the family. I trusted Tony; he was family to us.
"Aye, D!" I turned my head to see a regular come walking towards me for a fix. 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 is about to give me about my life and my choices. 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.
