20-year-old university student Maliyah Tijjani is independent and fierce, yet damaged. She's been damaged for many years of her life and she is trying her best not to bring her past traumas into her new profound freedom. She avoids dating to maintai...
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"LADIES, LISTEN, I AINT TALKING BOUT FITNESS WHEN I SAY THESE NIGGAS WEAK!! THEY'VE BEEN TEXTING ME ALL WEEK JUST LET ME BE! BLOWIN ME UP, I'M TRYNA SLEEP I AINT YO FREAK!"
"Weak" by- actually anything by Flo Milli always sparked a flame inside of me. She doesn't miss.
I had a bad habit of blasting my music at full volume anytime I'm in the car. It didn't help that I had one of my ex niggas install a bass-boosting surround system either.
At this point, my ears were so damaged that I can't even hear myself think in a library.
I was on my way to my 10 am class. I honestly liked morning classes. Not 8 am or 9 am's though. My 10 am's were perfect. It made me feel productive.
I was about fifteen minutes away from campus when my phone began to ring.
I looked over onto the dashboard to see "DNA Replication of Me" calling. I pressed the button on my steering wheel to accept.
"Wassam Yama (Mariama, her younger sister)" I said, looking over at the time. This girl should have been in a class by now.
"Bestie I'm afraid to ask you this. I'm afraid to ask you this. I'm afraid to ask you this." she cried.
"I'm listening bestie," I replied, switching lanes and slowing down.
"I NEED you to please bring me some jeans. I got dress-coded bestie and Mama already at work."
"How did you get dress coded? Girl, it's cold outside. You should've known better" I said, admiring myself in the rearview mirror real quick.
I was wearing a black long-sleeved graphic tee, some neon pants and paired it with white crocs. I had my jacket over in the passenger seat along with my purse. I looked like a hot ass mess but didn't really care.
"I got on a blue sweater." she pouted.
"With what? Booty shorts?" I demanded.
"A black skirt."
"Did you take any pictures? Send em"
"Yea, right before Ms. Davis fat ass sent me to the office," she whined, sending me a picture. I pulled over into a nearby grocery store and parked.
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