They say keeping secrets prevents the vulnerable person from getting hurt but what happens when the secrets that were kept from you your whole life stares you right in the face?
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What's up y'all it's your girl Lyrica and I'm just trying to make big out here in the A. It ain't easy when your mama is working paycheck to paycheck trying to make ends meet. I told myself every since I saw my mama working doubles on two jobs that I'll never let her struggle if I'm able to put some money on the table.
Little do she know I got me a little side hustle that pay your girl good. Nah it ain't stripping but I rather for mama to think it's that versus what I'm really doing. If she ever found out that I be selling gas I will never hear the end of it. She'll blame her past mistakes, my so called daddy leaving us, and my boo Derek that she can't stand (I think she only tolerates him for the sake of me).
"Lyrica, I'm heading out to the store do you need anything?" My mama yelled from downstairs.
I was still getting ready to head out to my senior day breakfast my school had planned. "No ma, I'm good for now, thanks!" I shouted back as I put my hair into a bun. This shit always took me hours to do cause my dreads got so damn long. I still have no idea why my mama agreed to me getting dreads at 10 years old. I honestly wish she would've told my ass no. I hear the front door closed from upstairs and put on Kevin Gates station on Spotify.
"They asked if I'm real I say really really.." I started rapping along.
For my outfit I decided on a cute plaid blazer with a matching mini skirt and white Steve Madden knee high boots. Yes I was that girl who like to dress out for everything. My mama claims I get that from the sperm donor and his peoples. She would say little things about him every now and then and I would spend time trying to piece together his personality/appearance in my mind.
I really don't know what he looks like shit I don't even know the man's name. All I know from what mama told me is that he left her a letter and just dipped out on her when she was 3 months pregnant with me. From that out on I thought it was a bitch ass move for him to do that but deep down inside I was still was curious to know the other part of me. After putting on my clothes I put on boots and picked out a hat to go with my fit.
I look over to my dresser where I have photos of everyone important in my life on my mirror and see a photo of my mama when she was in her 20s. I sat down at my vanity dresser and stared at the photo for a good minute. She was a dime and still is.
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