If I was only so lucky to get those types of warning when the tide was rising in life.
I have been here, fighting my way out from under a riptide.
It has been one thing after another ...back to back to back to back.
My homies are going through it. Fathers or daddies whatever you want to call them, cuz I've only been acquainted with donors and hasbeens, have been sending for their kids.
And when I say sending for them, I am saying with that hard knock at the door followed by 'you have been served' sending for. Daddies who never wanted anything to do with the child in the first place. Daddies that have been M.I.A. mentally and emotionally but now in the 2000-one six, these daddies have been hit with a wand that tells them it is time to step their game up
That would be all the daddies EXCEPT the one that shot his dana in me. That tired bama like the entire tenure of my child's life thus far was a no call no show when I told him to come get his lying, thieving child. I thought it was only right for me to dump my child with the person's whose traits he was exhibiting.
This ninja stole my money and passed it out at school like it was Monopoly money for his classmates to buy chicken and fries.. no seriously... I can't pay my mortgage but it's all good cuz y'all ate good cuz "Big Money Grips" keep y'all fed with my hard earned duckets. Then this ninja gonna tell me when they produced the evidence, a photo with him holding 2 of the one hundred dollar bills before he was about to give them away, that it wasn't him...the picture was photoshopped.
Now what I needed to do was bust him in the head to the white meat and tell him that blood running from his head wasn't real, it was a mirage. But I didn't...I let him live because he will learn to regret the day he allowed the devil to get in his way and cross me. Gonna tell me if I make $50 an hour I can make up all the hundreds he took in some hours.
I should have slapped all the snot out of him... yet I didn't. I wanted to...I wanted to stomp him dead like I would have a regular ninja on the street who had stolen my bread. And I look good in stripes and orange so I could just go ahead and seal the deal...
But he ain't worth it.
Anybody who would bite the hand that feeds clothe and goes without so they can have, is not worth it and unfortunately, that is how I treat him... I'm just counting down my sentence until I can put him out. #realtalk
In March alone, I lost five folks to cancer..back to back to back... my support system has taken tremendous blows. And here we are in April, where it is already sink or swim through the depression.
le sigh. I am missing my babies tremendously this year. 16. I would have been almost free. I am reminded how grateful I am that I got the chance to tell one of my kid's namesake how much I appreciated them last year before he checked out of here. I miss him too.