Dequan
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Last published Mon, Dec 22, 2014
I don't know where the fuck I'm going & I don't know when the hell I'm going to stop running. I'll probably stop when I don't hear sirens or see blue lights no more. Man I'm tired of Jerome (my father) having my family living like this. He always putting his hands on my Mama & I can't do anything about it ... I'm 13 ,mixed (my mom is white), short & a nigga ain't even hit his growth spurt yet so, I look younger than every body in my grade. Now .. Can you imagine trying to fight a 6"3 man that works out on the regular?? Nigga , please !✋ You get that big nigga off her. That's not even the whole story . My dad sells drugs & I'm his middle man ... Meaning I sell for him & get paid little for the shit & I have no choice in the matter. I've already been busted before. My parents got me out if trouble by say they would punish me. Do you know this nigga was punching me till I was unconscious !! && to too all this shit off , he beat my mom right after he got done with me. BULLSHIT
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