COINCIDENCE

Chapter 2| Coincidence

Growing up in Spanish Harlem my parents were strict but they let me get away with some shit I grew up with both my parents in the home that shit was mad rare in harlem I felt blessed, all my little homies was raised by strong black mother's...my pops taught me everything early on it was my decision I choose the streets, my parents always instilled values in me and education early on I just went another direction in my life I always wanted to be like sincere off belly, when I was a kid B that's when I joined the Crips as a young dude people still respected me years later even though I'm not actively involved like I was but I'm a Crip for life B. but it's more to me then that.

leaving emotions at the door was sometimes the best way and replacing it with numbness instead seemed to work for me B letting yourself feel made you vulnerable and weak as many times as I tried to explain this to the homies they didn't believe me they said I was bugging as many times I've seen my niggaz distracted sick to their stomachs can't eat or sleep B ova some dumb broad with a fucked up BBl was beyond me these broads didn't care about them clearly.

The woman that was worth that kind of heartbreak wouldn't come easy they wouldn't let you hit the first time or the tenth time they wouldn't fall so easy for the charm ya dig , but my niggas didn't understand or want to believe me all they cared about was a phat ass and a pretty face, simple niggas I always thought differently even as a child. The kind of woman I dreamed of would make me earn her trust, intelligent, beautiful, soft spoken, A communicator.

I was a young hot head, Dominican pride UNTIL I D-I-E wilding shooting hoop while the pretty hot shorties took pictures of me in the summer admiring my hoop skills, but I had a lot of inner demons too, one of them being that I couldn't protect Nia she ended up in foster care for years until she was 18 years old, when we lost touch she told me she was neglected and molested I don't know shit fucked with my head up for years, she had nobody to keep her safe not even her own family.

As I laid down nia flashed in my memory. I pushed the memory away focusing my mind and something else I had this new shawty over she was a dime piece she had a face like Aaliyah

Megan laid on my bed lazily she looked bored and I wondered why she was still here to be honest she knows the routine I break her off proper then she leaves

''Yo shawty, I got some shit to handle so you gone have to stop by another time ma''

he looked around trying to avoid eye contact with megan he didn't want to hurt her feelings

''Call me if you want to fuck again you put it on me so good daddy'' as she stared down at her cell phone texting another nigga

She slipped on her jeans and over sized tee shorty wasn't even hurt by my dismissal

''Alright ma take care'' He shut the door behind him sparking up his blunt, then he got a notification on his phone he pulled it out his jogger shorts to see it was his boo kiesha

kiesha: WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT DAVE?

DAVE: I'M AT MY COUSINS SWEETHEART, we gone link later

Kiesha: OK, LOVE YOU!

DAVE: ...

KIESHA: WHATEVR

I wasn't acting grimy she just was moving real fast for a nigga

I got dressed and ready for the day, he was wearing a stripe blue and red gucci fitted tee with light blue denim jeans, with Gucci socks to match with his silver chains around his neck that sparkled in the sun. Gucci down as he say