What The Gutter Took From Us
Now anyone that knows me, and anything about my Tryin Hard Under God campaign knows that I love positive people, and do my best to surround myself with them. Make sure you all check out my friend India EccentricAngel Bunch who is a poetic dynamo, and a fantastic author, with a wonderfully uplifting spirit, who shares her soul with the world! She's releasing her novel "What The Gutter Took From Us" and I am a fan of the book already, and have only read the excerpt!
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(Excerpt from the book)
{Who can take this lil 10 year old Kanata?}
We stay on the Westside of Chicago right off the ave in a
three-bedroom apartment over the store; I’m glad we moved,
because where we use to stay was really bad. Every night it
was all kind ofshooting. Girls was always fighting over boys
that didn’t care about neither one of them. You always saw
the same girls walking up and down the street with their hair
not combed, and too little clothes on thinking they are so
cute. Now that was on a good day, because most of the time
they would have on pajamas outside like nothing was even
wrong with that. If I saw one more girl that was like 13 or 14
with tracks hanging, and glue in all the wrong places I was
just gone die. Ooooweee! and if I saw another girl with all
kind of dumb colors in her head and a baby on their hip, I
was gonna call the ghetto patrol myself! The colorful
hairstyles wouldn’t have looked so bad if it was done right at
least. What made it so bad was you could tell somebody that
didn’t know what they was doing did it, for them AND…with
the wrong kind of hair, looking like a long fat fluffy wig. I got
too tired of seeing dirty old men watching lil girl’s booties
then have the nerve to say lil dirty old man stuff like “uhm
uhm uhm.” On our old block you would always see wanna-
be-thugs with yellow tank tops on that use to be white.
Standing in the same place all day and night calling they self
selling drugs, but they never got nothing to show for it and
you never saw them clean. Ooh I take that back, the only one
you use to see clean was Maaaario -Boom! But the other
ones, I bet they just use to wake up in the morning and go!
now imagine how that smelled. One day one of the boys
named Skully tried to talk to this girl that was going in the
store, cause I told you they always in front of the same ole
store; anyway He gone say “Hey lil Mama, let me get a
number outcha.” She turned around and said “For the last
three days I’ve walked past the store, you had those same
clothes on.” Then she said “Now why would I want to give
you my number?” Guess what he said; he gone say” lil Mama
I’m grinding, these just my hustling clothes.” I was thinking
eeeewwwww, for three days though -Really! I gotta look up
what grind mean for real because grind gotta mean same
dirty and nasty clothes on for three days. I can’t even repeat
what he called her when she made it in the store. You know
how I heard all of that? Because, I was sitting on the porch
next door to the store. I was even listening to these girls
argue. They had the same baby daddy, and to tell you the
truth; I don’t think neither one of the babies was his. Where
we stay now, it’s just how it was where we use to stay;
errrrbody know me. People on the block be wanting me to sit
on their porch and tell them all the juicy news. I gotta real
good view, because we stay like four houses from the corner
and my room is right in the front. Now you see why I’m so
glad we moved, and we moved right in time for my birthday.
Jamal said he’s gonna throw me a big party. Mama said she
would, but I’m still waiting on the other nine parties she
promised me… HA! I bet I won’t be holding my breath
waiting on it, or I’ll pass out for sure. Mama never do stuff
like that, Jamal always gotta do it.
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