I was born in the shady depths of Chicago. King Von was my dad, and Missy Elliot was my mom. Neither of them wanted me, so they threw me off the stage at his concert like I was some t-shirt. Thankfully some nigga caught me like his life depended on it. After the concert he brought me to his house and I slept on his couch. It felt weird now that I think about it but I do appreciate him taking care of me. I don't know too much about him but I know not long after he gave me to his then girlfriend as a gift.
She named me Brookiesha, she said because I looked like a cookie and she'd eat me out if she could. I think she meant up but I never know. Her name was Meeska Mooska, but everyone called her Mary for short. She took care of me everything was great. I finally found a person that cared about me. Even though I was an infant during the time I finally felt loved.
Maybe it was from all the drugs my mom took when she was pregnant with me but I was told I was always more smart and aware since I was young.I always had a conscious mind since i came out of my birth mother's pussy. Mary took me out, she made me food, changed my diapers, she even let me eat the grapes at the walmart fruit section without buying them. This was a time to be alive. I felt like Annie, but better. I know it was kind of a reverse Annie but honestly I wouldn't change it. I never really lived the life of a luxurious person when I was with my parents. Honestly, I used to sleep in a Dog kennel the moment I left the hospital. My parents did not love me. But it built me.
BINABASA MO ANG
bitchin and moanin
Short StoryWork on the corner, die on the corner, that's all brookiesha knew. but she didn't want that to be her reality.so she fought and fought. ykw read the story..
