"On some real shit bitch get the fuck out my face,I don't got time for your bull shit, dead ass."
"Whatever."She rolled her eyes and walked down the street.I was sitting on my steps clearing my head.
My mom grew up with nothing, guess she didn't learn to well, because me, her only daughter grew up the same. My momma died when I was 14 years old. That memory haunts me to this day.
I go to therapy but, everybody know people ain't gone help you out. Smile in your face like everything's good. Like they can keep away your tears and your fears.
"Ha,"I thought to myself.
"You can only imagine."
