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"If you ain't nasty, don't @ me"
"I been working all day"
"I like to run the street 'til it's dark out"
"And then come home and blow your back out, I hope that's okay"
"I can't leave you alone"
"You betta turn Brent Faiyaz off"
I giggle looking over at the poster of Brent Faiyaz. My second baby daddy. "Whhhhyyyyyy"I whined.
"All that nigga talk about is sex"
"And how to be toxic"I laughed.
"See. That's why yo ass toxic Nah"
I laughed at my boyfriend as he shook his head while pulling the covers back over his head. I was getting ready for school that start in like 20 minutes. I should be getting off this phone but I hate hanging up the phone first.
"Okay babe. I have school in like 20 minutes so I have to go"I frowned.
"Alright. I love you ole biscuit head ass"
"I love you too shrimpy"I laughed.
"But you was screaming for me to stop though. Oh alright"
"Bye!!"I hung up the phone shaking my head. This is like every morning and every night with him.
Me and Cameron met in High School when I was a sophomore. I just moved from Chicago to Washington D.C. I was soooo upset that I moved from my city to this state that I really didn't like. But once I met Cameron, everything change. I really love that boy. He's like my first everything. Now Cameron goes to Howard University which is where I'm going too after I graduate. I can't wait.
"LINNEA, LETS GO!!"I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. I sigh heavily grabbing my things and leaving out the room. I jog down the stairs seeing my mom looking through her purse.
"What's wrong momma?"i ask.
"I can't find my fucking pipe and keys!!"she yelled. I look over at my sisters and brother who were at the table eating breakfast. "Where the fuck is my pipe!!"
"Ma, we don't have time to find a pipe. I have to get to school"I walked out the door making my way to our ugly ass 1990 Toyota Corolla. My mom walked out the apartment building with her cigarette in her mouth, hair looking a mess, clothes just raggedy and no shoes. Where is her fucking shoes?! I shook my head waiting on her to unlock the door.
Once I open the door and hop in the car, I put my seat belt on and pulled out my phone. "What kind of shoes you want?"my mom ask.
"I don't want no shoes"I mumble. "Speaking of shoes, why you don't have nun on?"I ask her.
"Cause I'm just dropping you off and I'm coming back home"she said. "You called your daddy?"
"Last night"I said. "He said he coming over Tuesday night so cook something good for him"
"Fuck him"she mumbled. "That motherfucka can kiss my ass and my pussy"
"Disgusting"
"But look, ima go buy y'all some shoes today. My treat"my mom said as she pulled up by the stop sign. "Here's yo stop since you embarrass by this car"
"You need a new one"I said.
"Go buy me one"I shut the door waving goodbye to my mother.
Sometimes I hate that she's on drugs. I wish she can just clean up herself and be happy with us. But one thing about my mom. She protects me and my siblings. She make shit happen for us. Food on the table, clothes on our backs, nice ass shoes on our feet, and we get our hair done. My dad tries to help out but he be too busy with his other family in Chicago.
