heyyy.....🌝how yall feel about eziah gettin pregnant ????
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jahana nyzemi hills
same day.
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"fuck you mean you got a bitch pregnant?" my mother yelled.
bitch ???
i thought to myself as a very apparent frown formed on my face, i didn't like that fact that she was insulting the mother of my child..or kids at that. i didn't disrespect her when she told me she was pregnant with my 10th sibling?
"bitch...?" i mumbled to myself still offended and confused while she was yelling about how she didn't want grand children that should be sent to a mental institution, like i should.
"i knew i should've swallowed you, and that bitch you got pregnant should've swallowed that child."
i paused once again...
"so dayday can have 6 kids but i can't have one cause i have multiple personalities? ain't dayday a women beater too? yet you still support him...if anything that man is more 'sick' in the head than i am. and to think i call yo ran through ass my mother, you disrespectful, and youn appreciate anything i do for you!
i'm the reason why you innis big ass house, i'm the reason why your retired...i retired yo ass. i built this shit from the bottom, you wouldn't have NOTHING if i wasn't successful..you feed offa me, i'm the reason why yall niggas got food, a place to sleep cause i decided that the life we use to live wasn't for us!"
(i built ts, BRICK BY BRICK🌝)
she looked at me, i couldn't tell what she was feeling. but what i could feel was the slap that i received from her after i finished talking.
"if i didn't bring you into this world, you wouldn't be where you at now...so don't you ever in yo life feel the need to disrespect me!" she kept pushing me into objects, making me mad. i finally had enough and pushed her back causing her to stumble and fall into the glass table. it broke on impact, immediately.
she sat there, looking at the damage that was done.
"how you gon tell me what i should feel and what i shouldn't? if anything people shouldn't feel the need to tell ME how the fuck i should feel, it should be myself. i tell myself how i feel, i decide by my damn self on where the fuck i stand!" she flinched at me raising my voice. my heart was racing, i was pissed.
"you shouldn't- ion give a fuck what i shouldn't do...you wonder why yo kids ain't living with you now. you and daddy caused us to drift apart, all this shit could've been avoided if you would just be a mother, one that loves and accepts me for who i am and how i come" tears ran down both our faces, i wasn't sad. i was pissed, i was crying out of anger.
