I went to school with this BEAUTIFUL black girl, who spoke proper like me but was WAY smarter than I was. I assumed her parents went to college and were really smart and she was REALLY trying to impress them. Talk about being hard on yourself, she damn near dropped dead when she got a C. I jokingly asked her if Jo Jackson was her daddy, I'm assuming she didn't know who that was because she didn't laugh, rudeness. I never saw a child, especially one who's parents are MIA, destined on making straights A's. It caught me by surprise when she came asking to work for my family and damn near had a heart attack when my uncle let her. Who the hell is she? Why does she get to go hustle? He taught me everything but would tell

It caught me by surprise when she came asking to work for my family and I damn near had a heart attack when my uncle let her. Who the hell is she? Why does she get to go hustle? He taught me everything but would tell me to finish school. WHERE THEY DO THAT AT??? All my dumb cousins get to go out and serve people while I'm stuck inside weighing sht out and counting money. One of my cousins got arrested at his house, RIGHT after picking something up, EVEN THOUGH, my uncle said 6 times, "COME RIGHT BACK" Well maybe that's why he made him go... anywho

I was told to watch her and was more than glad to, but I let it be known If she got robbed I was running. (JK)

Watching her ended up being a lot more interesting than I thought and she impressed the hell out of me. She knew what she was doing and she moved smart, like me except she's obviously been out here doing this. I learned a few things her and I'm not sure if she knew this but I looked up to her. She was both book and street.

Like me, she was both book and street smart, but she had a lot more heart! I'll never understand how she was able to take all that sht she did and never complain? Maybe that's why she was so quiet? She stayed  to herself and preferred being alone, but if anyone needs anything, she's first to help.

Neglected, disrespected, abused and abandoned, why would god put such a beautiful soul through so much madness? I was told to watch her, and I always did, Over the years, especially when it came to her and worthless men. I watched as the bright light that once shined off her slowly faded away.

Seeing her in pain, made my heartache. I hated myself for not rescuing the soul begging to be saved, but I didn't know what to do? If I can't even save myself, how could I have saved you? Who do I save when we both need saving?

I was on the verge of losing my mind, trying to figure out how I'd escape, she appeared to be okay.

I'll never know what all  she dealt with behind closed doors, I just know it was enough to turn a pure good heart cold. I wish it was cold enough to take the life of one who did her wrong and not her own.

At least she doesn't have to suffer anymore.

Published by ShylahBoss Lee