Ten Years Later

Ten Years Later

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Ten years ago when I was eight I was kidnapped and my mother was killed. Its hard to talk about it because I miss her so much. She was a good woman; she had the kindest heart I know. The man that did this horrible thing to us was caught a week later and sentenced to life in prison with no chances of getting out. I was glad that day, the day he knew he was never getting out. That was until there was a prison break.
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My whole life I don watched my two sister's and momma let a man take them down through there. And when I say my momma im sho talking about my no good ass step daddy, who EVERYBODY know is mr. sugar daddy to these youngsters round here. I could kill that nigga but I know my momma just gon take his defense and forever hate me. My oldest sister Meeka going through a divorce she say, but hell ain seen no papers yet. Still holding on to her husband Daniel, who got a whole nother woman pregnant I heard. He swear he slick but can't fool the babygirl, no way no way not me. Then you got the middle sister Renay whose a nurse but dont do shit but smoke weed with a lil young nigga name Jamie on her off days. Crazy cause I graduated last year with the lil nigga. He dont do nothing but dick her old ass down and take her money, well she give it away. Then you got me NeNe, 18, works at subway, one bedroom apartment, and finessing THE SHIT outta these niggaz. If it aint Jamie bringing me all Renay money, It's Daniel breaking bread, giving me his card every other day for the "baby stuff" hmmp. Yea I know its fucked up but when your sisters don watched your step dad molest you growing up and didnt say nun, that hurt never leaves. Especially a momma who never ask because she was too busy running up behind George ass. Buts its ok because once a little girl put her big girl panties on, you cant tell a bitch shit! These niggaz for everybody!!

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