"The Hood Chronicles" pt. 1
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Written by alyreche
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Wednesday, 29 August 2007 |
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Hello my names Precious Jenkins and I am here to set the record straight that I am a hood chick and it aint nothing wrong with it. I am gonna take you in through the life of chick in the hood and what goes on in everyday drama to a basic day of bullshit. Sit back and enjoy all the information you are about to absorb. As I told you before my name is Precious and I am 17 yrs old and I am a mom of two little boys. Their names are Jahlilz who is one and Jahmilz is two and I am raising them to get those dolla dolla billz. I aint no gold digger but if he handing it out then I’m gonna take it. I am from a small town called the Stead but you can call it Hempstead. It‘s in New York and I have lived there all my life. Hempstead has several sections and be careful where you from. I’m from Midway and Park side because I used to live on Park side but now I live on Midway but I rep any spot I live in, ya dig? Anyway the hood is a place where anything can go down. A typical day for me is getting up feeding my kids and putting the television on channel 33 so they can watch Sponge Bob and leave me be. Around 10 am my door ringing and I know it’s my girl Shaquae coming to let me know the new gossip in the hood. Our main concern is who sleeping with who because in the hood everyone sleeping with everyone. They can have my baby daddies because neither one of them do for their son’s so how can they do for me. My first baby father and I met at the bodega up the street from my crib and we hit it off and then he hit me so he had to go. My second baby father was a friend of my ex and he call himself consoling me but one thing led to another and Jahmilz was here 9 months later. He didn’t even stay to cut the umbilical cord. What’s sad is that he will see us and say what’s up like we his friends or something but its all good because Precious don’t sweat nobody. Shaquae and I have been friends since we were 11 and she the only friend I trust won’t sleep with my man. She a mom too but her daughter Shadirah was just born 6 weeks ago and she never have her because her mom don’t trust she will take proper care of her. I live with my mom too but she don’t have time to be watching kids with all those card games she throw and her night job as a security guard at Stop N Shop. It’s cool though because I don’t work so hey why not sit on my ass and get that 334.00 a month from Social Services. We were suppose to get a bigger place after I had Jahmiliz but Section 8 didn’t get back to us so we still in a two bedroom but we comfortable and our spot is the spot. Everyone knows on Saturday’s to come through because my momma makes dinners and sell each plate for 10.00 with a dessert. That’s one thing I can say my momma got her hustle and she been that way since I was a baby. Oh I almost forgot my baby sister Pretti. She thirteen and grown as hell. She already had her first abortion when she was twelve and my aunt Cookie took her so my momma wouldn’t find out. My family a trip aint they? Anyway after Shaquae come through we gossip for like three hours and what’s crazy is we already know the gossip we talking but it aint nothing else to do. I just heard that my home boy Dice sleeping with his homie girl and she pregnant and what’s sad is she keeping it. Something always going down in the hood and I can’t wait to see how this explosion gonna end. It’s going on about 2pm now and all the fellas is waking up now from their night hustling and about to come out and get that paper so you know what I am about to do? Sit on my step so I can see what’s poppin. I always see the same guys but it’s always a chance I can run into Mr. Right, if you feel me. I am actually feeling my neighbor’s nephew who just moved here from Mississippi. He doesn’t know me or my reputation and that’s the best part. I am gonna get that and make him buy my babies all their new shoes and gear. Shaquae went home to wash up and get dress so we can go to the park later so I won’t see her til like 6 if I’m lucky. What I hate about my hood is that everybody knows everybody and nothing gets passed the Wendy Williams of the hood. That would be Bony B aka Bianca. We call her that is because all the guys in the hood boned her meaning had sex with her. She opens her legs to get a stamp and that’s pathetic. I believe she slept with Shaquae father too when he put in her momma’s sink but you didn’t hear that from me. Anyway she think we friends and I play the game just to get the information because I know she slept with both of my baby fathers and they lie to this day about it. I don’t care because she can’t beat me and her and her momma look cheap. All their jeans are fake and their pocket books. Bianca loves to give me the “what’s new” so I listen and keep it moving. Now I gotta go inside and get dress because my momma about to start her Saturday and about 4pm is when everyone comes through to play cards. Usually I would ask Pretti to watch my boys until I come back from the park but now she call herself having a life and a boyfriend so I leave them with my neighbor until I return. I can’t let any babies stop my flow. So now I am dressed and awaiting my home girl Shaquae so we can jet to the park and get our flirt on. My typical outfit is my seven jeans with my vintage Tee and my Nikes or my sandals, which ever match. Don’t forget the accessories of course and then I unwrap my roller set and be on my way. My gear has always been correct since my first baby father. He used to buy me all the new **** when we first met because he knew that would keep me off his back. Plus he liked to show me off. My mom also bought my sister and me whatever we wanted because she was that type of mom. When I got pregnant she stopped though because she felt I was grown enough to spread my legs so now I could get my own money but please I just pay a booster or take it myself. My mom doesn’t care as long as the house is clean and police not at her door. That’s why my father had to go because he was hustling too hard up in my mom’s crib and some of his friend’s were believed to be snitches. That’s a story for another time though.
The park is where you can see anything also. I just got here and I already see Bianca in someone car and it looks like Shaquae baby father so you know it’s about to be on. Like I said everyone sleep with everyone and it’s nothing kept on the low. I see my little shorty right now and he eyeing me too. Now that I got the digits, I will hit him up later after his aunt go to her night job. I see Shaquae and Bianca exchanging words and you know it’s about to go down. After we jump Bianca, we head to the bodega to get a Dutch because you know you gotta smoke after all that tussling to calm yourself back down. What’s crazy is that Shaquae aint leaving Shadirah father so I don’t know why she flipped. She my girl so regardless I am fighting for her. Now it’s time to start walking back to the crib because it’s almost 8pm and I gotta check on my boys to make sure they cool. I get home and my house is jumping and everyone is there kicking it and drinking. My mom then made over 500.00 already with dinners and her card games so I know she happy. It’s like the hood is a channel you can’t stop watching because you know you always gonna get a laugh, a cry or something. It’s a ghetto soap opera in my book and I’m the lead actor. Just playing! Ok so I’m chilling on my step and Shaquae and I hear gunshots on the next block so we run in the crib. An hour goes by and we hear that our boy Dice got shot. I don’t know if you remember but in the beginning you heard me say my boy sleeping with his homie girlfriend and I guess she decided to clear her conscience. The guy that shot Dice named Waggs and Waggs is a local thug who hustles around the way. They used to be boys but now Dice in a wheelchair and Waggs doing time for attempted murder. We have lost so many homies to gun violence and to me it only get’s worse in my book. After the police clear, everyone leaves and goes to their cribs and I chill on my step talking to Shaquae. Her baby father pull up and she bounce. I hope she tell her baby father that she just found out she pregnant again. I might hear some more shots tonight. Just kidding! As I am about to go in the crib, my little shorty come out his aunt crib and chills with me. We then take it in the house and kick it for a minute and the rest is none of your business. Like I said before and I will say it again, this the hood and you can see anything. Let’s just hope tomorrow be even better than today because I have a man now. O you didn’t know? Once we pop off you’re mines! Well see ya next time.
Copyright 2007 alyreche
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