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Love Jones

Love:

Love Jones. That's the name I was born with. Cliché huh ? Yeah, I know. I don't know what that woman was thinking when she named me that shit but that's what I was born into this world with. Believe me though, there's no relation to the movie. Where I'm from...the only Love Jones they know is me. Some don't even know me though. At least not as love. They know diamond. That's what I go by out here. Only close friends...and I do mean CLOSE, know me as love.

You'd think because my mom named me love I'd have this little enchanting story about my birth but...nah. My mother was a nice little modest mixed girl who worked a 9 to 5 like everybody else. Guess she had a big heart. A big heart can't do shit for a person though. Or at least hers didn't do her any good. Hers failed her...literally. She passed away years ago from heart failure. She died when I was 12.

After she left I was on my own for a little bit. I had to make do with what I had. No siblings, no dad. I never knew my dad. The only thing I know about him is that he was a dead beat hoe ass nigga. Growing up I heard rumors about him though. How he's supposed to be the big king in chi town. Word is he's a drug lord or whatever. Got a little empire and everything over there in Chicago. That's probably where he lives. I guess you can say I'm walking in his footsteps.

Anyway, sooner or later some of my people on the other side of town took me in. My mother and I lived in Texas but my godmother, Anita, took me in and I had to move all the way to Atlanta. I hated that shit when I was younger, but Atlanta made me the bad bitch I am today. And so did Anita. I'm glad she took me in. I may have moved from one ghetto to another but I rather have that than nothing.

After I moved to Atlanta, I started to see things differently. My mom was dead, my dad was dead beat and I grew up with nobody on my side. I never had anybody to protect me, I had to fend for myself. The world was a cold cold place. I had a godmother and one good friend. Those were the only people I ever loved in my life. My mom, Anita, and Enzo...

Enzo was my neighbor basically. He lived across the hall from us in Anita's apartment complex. That was my nigga. He was like the big brother I never had. Whatever I needed, he was there. When I first got to Atlanta everybody used to hate me. I had no friends. Nobody knew me, nobody wanted to get to know me. But Enzo kept me around him as much as he could. He kept me under his wing. I remember in lunch he always used to let me sit with him and the fellas. I wish I would've had class with him but he was 2 years older than me. That meant when I was a freshman, he was a junior and when I was a sophomore, he was graduating.

After he graduated I stopped seeing him as much. I figured he left. I expected it though. Everybody worth loving always ends up leaving me. I wasn't mad at him for it though. Shit if anything, I wanted him to do him and get out of the hood. I couldn't imagine being grown and staying in the same ghetto I grew up in. Sometimes I wonder if he'd remember me. I think about him ...when I have time at least. Being the queen of Atlanta is a hell of a job. Hustling ain't for everybody.

The queen of Atlanta ? Yeah that's me. I know it and so do the streets of Atlanta. How ? That's a long story. Just know that I'm the best at what I do and I've worked hard for the lifestyle I have. Which is a damn good one. Better than I ever knew existed. All I knew was dirt, drugs, hoes and money. I knew one of the three (dirt,drugs,hoes) could make me money. Hell I watched people do it all the time. So I made a decision to use all that I knew to my advantage. It got me here, why would I change ?

I'm a drug lord. No... Scratch that. Whenever you think of a lord you think of a man. I'm a drug queen ! I RUN Atlanta ! At least half of it anyway. Trust me though, the east side of Atlanta is my next target. Just more money to make and an annex to my empire. Who says you have to be a nigga to make money like one ?