Her Story E

Right back at you again and um, Tonight I'm bringing you something new, Something special. Get ratchet you bitch. You see the highlights of her life was not As a teen. Baby girl was homeless, had a Nigga thugging in the streets. Eighteen, running plays in the streets, Dealing with them weirdo niggas in between. Family weren't no real love she ever seen. Heavy, mentally depressed, baby was not what she Seemed. Always gleamed, kept a smile on her face, Avoid the questioning. Even though apparent how she move, she done seen Some things. Probably had some dreams, diminished by The look of things. Reality lost her way and Started stripping, more pain. Thirteen and the fam yelling, "Probably all you'll Ever be, hoeing, stripping in the streets. You'll be pregnant by fifteen." Said bet money, they bet money. Mama ain't have time for her. Daddy never cared for her. Never had the guidance, only downing words that Drowned to her. Cut off from the world, shit Was cold to her. Tried to kill herself and Shit, it didn't work. Mama laughed, broke her heart. Built from scratch off pain and hurt. Never built it back, she worked hard to get It back, but all they did was stomp it In the dirt. Now look at her. Twenty-one and up, still feel pain, but it don't Bother her. Putting family first, even after all the Dirt.