Biologically rejected, a second chance at a loving acceptance is marred by the resentful bashings of my so called "new " father...
We were to say the least poverty stricken, a deplorable one bedroom suite furnished by rat droppings and cockroaches is what the six of us called home..the buttery yellow street lights helped to illuminate our habitat when we were forced to play Amish and couldnt pay the bills. Days without hot water, nights without heat...under our circumstances these were luxurious amenities that we could not afford to synchronize..
It is "NOT" all good in the hood...
Learning to be a man was stifled by the anger and frustration of a woman who has been discontent and had enough. Years of arguments, beatings and just getting by has lost all of it's charm, the last image of the man who raised me for 11 years is sad yet comical in it's own way. I see him racing down the steps only to be taken out by my mothers good aim and a near by telephone...no more kneeling on uncooked rice for an hour or two, no more extension cord or hot wheels race track whippings, punishment as well as the road to becoming a man will now have a feminine touch to it...
Four months later I find myself in the back of a squad car being slapped around, as the cop pulls her away I realize that my mothers tears are not of anger or sadness but of shame..a shame that will have to give way to our survival....being my first offense the armed robbery charges are dropped...
My criminal and sexual virginity have both been confiscated by sinful urban exposure this summer...
Moving forward two years......