Love Doesn't Lay Here

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Let me introduce myself. I am Zayla Jones, known as Lil Lay. This story is a reflection of my life. You will get to know me, my best friends, my brothers and many more. Harlem 1983. I was 16 and a half. That's the last time I was full of life, the only time I remember feeling love. Those were easier times, before I met Ace.
       I knew life would be good to me, that maybe one day I'd marry my sex Ed teacher who I wanted to live the rest of my days with. Even though I'm pretty sure he hates me because I never paid attention in his class, usually I was there just day dreaming about our future kids. And wondering how that teachers salary was going to support me, my three kids and my Boston terrier named baby. I always felt like he'd be the one to save me from this horrible place. I was really fucking wrong...
       I live with my older brother and his baby mama. He basically raised me, my mom is a fein. She never around I only ever see her when she needs money for a hit. Or when picking her up from jail. My first memory of my birth giver Keasha is when she tried to give me away for $13and a hit. My brother was there with him only being fourteen he had more sense then that bitch. Needless to say the streets raised him and he raised me.
My brother a Hoover Crip, he one of the most known too, niggas respect him nonetheless. We blood so niggas respect me. Niggas don't like talking to me after finding out who my kin is. I hate him at times for that, I can't live a happy life cause of his bitch ass. But bitches love my brother. Meaning I fight a lot. Cause he dog bitches, they get in they feelings... Then out of hand meaning I end up dogging them too.