April 25th
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Little Nicole is only ten years old
She's steady tryin' to figure
why the world is so cold.
Why she's not pretty,
and nobody seems to like her.
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her. Yells and abuses,
leaves her with some bruises.
Teachers ask questions;
she makin' up excuses.
Bleedin' on the inside,
cryin' on the out.
It's only one girl really
knows what she about.
Her name is lil' Stacy,
and they become friends.
Promise that they'll
always be tight till the end
Until one day lil' Stacy gets shot
A drive-by bullet went
stray up on her block
Now Nicole stuck up in the world
on her own
Forced to think that
hell is a place called home
Nothin' else to do
but get her clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away
and never come back
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love,
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Runaway love
Little Erica is eleven years old
She's steady tryin' to figure out
why the world is so cold
So she pops X to get rid
of all the pain
Plus she's havin' sex
with a boy who's sixteen
Emotions run deep,
and she thinks she's in love
So there's no protection;
he's usin' no glove
Never thinkin' 'bout the consequences
of her actions
Livin' for today
and not tomorrow's satisfaction
The days go by,
and her belly gets big
The father bails out;
he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
so no money for abortion
In the midst of dancing to Ludacris featuring Mary J Blige Runaway Love, Renae stopped mid-spin noticing Kingston's reflection in the mirror behind her. It's been two months since her disappearance and had King searching for her like a crazed man who had just loss his best friend.
Walking towards her radio, Renae cut the music off and sat down on the dance floor. The tension was thick as cement; it was clear King had some questions and pent up anger towards her.
"Could've answered my calls" were the first words that left his mouth.
Looking down, Renae rubbed her arm nervously. She figured he would've forgotten about her by now. After all, she felt like a temporary memory, she had hoped that everyone would've forgotten she existed.
"First time I see you and you have nothing to say?" His brow quirked as he sat in the chair resting by the door.
There was about a good 30 feet between the two but the way King looked, Renae desired more distance.
"What do you want me to say?" She finally asked.
King chuckled smugly, "How about, hey sorry I've been ignoring you but I took some time to get my head right?"
"It's not like I planned it, it just... happened." She said.
"What? You disappearing? Having me go up to yo damn job asking if they knew anything about you? Or driving around dis city thinking I'll see you walking or sitting at tha' bus stop?!"
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Renae Dreams (Currently Editing)
FanfictionHave you ever been homeless? Ever been without lights and water? Did you ever fear that the neighbors would catch you cutting the water on at the crack of dawn or fear that the water company would come around and remove the meter for having the wate...
