GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
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I stared my pops down, studying every feature on his face. The wrinkles, the grey hair in his beard, the small tattoos and them dusty ass braids on his head. Couldn't believe the story he told me and it only got worse from there. I was startin ta regret visiting him.
"Yo mama...she was gone into labor. Remember it like it was yesterday. May 5th, 2003. I held yo brotha and he was so excited ta meet you. Askin all these random questions, tryna be all up in the room and shit but he had to stay outside. I had ta be there with Jen when she gave birth ta you. We wunt on good terms but she had nobody with ha. Little to no people on ha side a the family knew she was pregnant and my side completely disowned ha. I was all she had. And Nessa...she ain't want nun ta do with ya mom. In fact, the bitch had been so pissed at ha, she planned on comin down to the hospital that same day and givin Jen another ass whoopin. She was crazy like that. Later they found a gun in ha car so who knows what she woulda done that day. But she never made it ta the hospital ya see...Janessa had been speeding, tryna get there and ended up getting right into a car crash. Head on collision and gas fire. It crushed and melted ha body into nothing. There'd been nothing left of Janessa. We couldn't even have a casket at ha funeral because there were no remains. It all burned into the ground. Maybe a bone fragment or two had been found but they were the sizes of a quarter. And I couldn't give you that story at 4 and 5. But that day had been both a blessing and a tragedy."
"Blessing? How?" I spat.
"Blessin because it was the day...you came into my life."
"Nigga I thought you hated me. Thought you ain't want no kids."
"Damn...yo mama ain't spare a single detail, did she?"
I shook my head, waiting for an explanation.
"Nope. I loved you from the moment I saw yo kidney bean shaped head. Looked just like yo mama and me. Couldn't help but shed a tear. You was my second born and I loved you everyday just like I did with yo brotha. Ta this day, I love you with all my heart. And I know I never said the shit but...it's true. And ion eva regret havin you. You weren't a mistake. You was fate."
"Love ain't givin yo kids guns and tellin them to sell drugs fa you." I spat.
"I told you we had to do what we had to do. To survive Quentin. We wunt livin. We were survivin. You don't think I WISHED we coulda did shit a different way?" He questioned. "I don't wanna spend my 50's in prison. I wanted to travel the world, try different foods, take you and ya brotha with me. And I still somehow pictured Jen with me even though she wanted nun to do with a nigga."
I took a deep breath, looking down at my hands. My ole man really did everything he could fa me and Eli. But I still felt like he coulda did shit just a lil different.
"So why you lie to me about Janessa bein my mom? Had me swearin on ha grave and shit. Thinking she was my mama this whole time."
"I lied bout Janessa fa a coupla reasons." He admitted, clearing his throat. "Fa one...you wunt old enough to comprehend anything. Anything I told you went in one ear and out the other. And two...ya mama had been away. She'd been traveling like she'd wanted to do ha whole life. Ta find ha self and become grounded. Went on some spiritual journey a sum shit. So I raised you. She'd been through so much and she felt so ashamed. Like she ain't deserve you. Cause ta ha you was a ball a light. Just shining and happy. She couldn't even look at you when you was born. She laid eyes on you for the first time only a few days after."
