𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

Strategic

Divine
  -excuse any mistakes.
I closed the garage to FootLocker locking up and heading to my car.

Today was pretty rough.

I sighed starting my car and turning up the radio.

Wishing On a Star by Rose Royce started as I drove out of the parking lot.

I grew nostalgic listening to it.

*Flashback*

Wishing On a Star played outside of my room causing me to get up.

I stepped into the living room to see my mom saging the house with one hand and smoking a blunt with the other.

Her skinny slim body turned around as she continued to dance.

"What's your name?" She asked with a welcoming smile.

"Divine Feminine Greene." I said proudly showing my teeth.

"That's my baby!" She laughed taking a drag out of her blunt turning back around.

"Mm." She moaned in pleasure.

"Get some rest, you have school in the morning." She said.

"Yes mam." I said as my eyes lit up watching her rock back and forth.

I admired my mother so much then..

*Flashback over*

I turned the station as I felt my nose growing warm and my eyes watering.

You by Lloyd ft Lil Wayne played as I rolled my eyes.

Skip.

My Prerogative by Bobby Brown started and I cranked it up. Finally.

I drove until I met Hermosa Beach.
I grabbed my blunt from my arm rest, lighter, notebook and blanket.

I turned the ignition off and hopped out.

The sound of my Nike Cortez hitting the small rocks went on for a few minutes until I hit the beach.

I headed to the only thing I wanted to see: the sun setting.

I sat and started to write whatever came to me.

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

I closed my book and sparked my blunt. I have school tomorrow, but I can deal with the consequences of not going straight home after work.

I sat back and relaxed for once with no care in the world, until I realized a spark being lit in my stomach once again.

Rashaad.

This feeling isn't going anywhere.

I dragged my blunt watching and listening to the waves crash into one another.

What has he done to me?

Rashaad

"No." I answered Becky placing the duffle bag on the table.

"Whats your goal for the week?" Becky asked.

She's the one I trust with my money.