Yeah, a bitch had dreams. Bein’ a murderer was never one of ’em. But it quickly became my reality the night I sucked a young nigga on the come up’s dick and gave him some pussy as payment for a gun to kill my mother’s sorry-ass nigga because I was tired of him creepin’ into my room, suckin’ on my titties, and eatin’ my pussy. I guess I should be grateful that the old nigga just jerked his long, black dick while lickin’ my clit instead of tryna run it up in me. But I knew it was only a matter of time before he’d want to feel my young, tight, hairy pussy wrapped around his dick. And I swore I’d never let that happen. So, I snuffed his ass. And fuckin’ that young nigga and lettin’ him bust this pussy open was far better than lettin’ some nasty-assed nigga steal the little string of innocence I had left.

Say what ya want. In my mind, the payoff was well worth it. I got what I wanted, and dude got himself a taste of some virgin twat. But after it was all said and done, I promised myself that I would never, ever, again, suck another nigga’s dick or give up my pussy to get shit again. And I meant that! If I fuck or suck a nigga it’s ’cause I want to, not ’cause I need to.

Anyway, I’ma tell ya some foul shit. A part of me thinks my moms knew what time it was, but she wanted to act like she was stuck on stupid or some shit and ignore it. Sometimes I thought I saw it in her eyes when she looked at me. Guilt. The fact that she was tryna pimp me, her only child. Maybe it was regret I saw. Maybe it was just my fucked-up imagination. Well, whether or not there was ever any truth to it—not that she would ever admit it—is neither here nor there.