What's going on Pimpin? I was talking to my girl, Nancia last night and she told me I was nothing but DRAMA..I told her I really was another word, SPOILED!!!! So, I decided to tell you guys about how bad and spoiled I was as a child growing up and alittle sumtin sumtin about my childhood. SHUT UP, it's MYSPACE SO I CAN DO THAT....PAY ATTENTION!!!!
As some of you know I was the only girl with three brothers, two were older and one younger. I was the third child, if you know anything about the order of kids, you will know that the third child is ALWAYS alittle different. They usually as a whole, go to the beat of their own drummer, OFF TOP. So, to compound that with being the only girl, well you get my drift. So, everything was pretty cool at first because well I was just bad as hell and SPOILED!!!! I mean rotten, rotten to the point that my aunts would want to keep me so they could sneak alittle whooping in there, erry now and again...See what I'm talking bout....No body wanted to comb my hair, because that shit was THICK AS HELL...And, when I started getting my hair pressed, my hair holds heat so they would burn their fingers so they fussed the whole time...But, that's another blog topic..
When I got about 3 years old, I got my own room. My Mom had it fixed up all puuurrrtty and errrythang, with all my girl junk...Books for days, dolls and clothes for the dolls and costume jewelry...See, I was alittle PRINCESS, NOW I'M A QUEEN SO DON'T THINK ANYTHING HAS CHANGED...i'M JUST SAYIN..I was the epitome of a girl, playing dolls and dress up with my friends. My Mom had a very dear friend who has since passed away and she RREEEEAAAALLLLY spoiled me...So, since she had a son, that to this day is still best friends to my second eldest brother, she would have girls night at her house and send her son, Lewayne to my house. She had all the sweets, chips and toys for girls. And, what I most remember about Ms. Mary, was she always bought me paper dolls...I LOVE PAPER DOLLS, I BUY THEM FOR MY GRAND, MACKENZIE SO I CAN STILL PLAY WITH THEM....But, she really loves to do the Barbie thing on the net...But, me I want to actually feel the dolls and play with them...We, would have jacks tournaments on my block...So, since I didn't have anybody to play with, I would practice for hours in my room by myself...YEAH, YOU ALREADY KNOW...I was the champion most of the time, only cause I didn't have too much else to do besides read and play with my dolls.
Needless to say, as I got about 11 or 12, I was tired of playing by myself and decided I was going to "BE A BOY". So, I watched sports, played with the little Power Wheels and the race track. The the loud ass football game that the boys got for Christmas... That thing was just too loud and they were loud, so you know...My brothers always wanted to play "FROG", AND they would tear my arms up...My arms would be so REEEDDDD, and I would cry...They were mean as hell, so they would call me a SISSY and make me get out of their room. You already know I told on that ass, so they would get a whooping...My Mom would say, ya'll know she is a GURL...I would be like, see that's the problem right there...So, I turned into a BOY... .WHAT????
I would stand up and use the bathroom, cuz that's what the boys did right? One day the bathroom door was ajar and I was standing there trying to use the bathroom standing up and my Mom came down the hall and caught me... She was like "GIRL WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING? " Mind you, piss in going all down my legs...I know, I was a trip...She was like GURL YOU ARE NOT A BOY..
See, that again, so I decided I was going to play football like the boys...I'm talking about shoulder pads, cleats, jersey and the whole nine yards. So, my mom was like, "one day you gone realize you are a GURL"...So, I would go in the field by our house and play football with the little boys and climb really huge trees... I wanted to play tackle football, because two hand touch was for sissies...Everything would be going fine until one of them tackled me too hard and I went home crying..You already know my brothers would go and find them and say if they wanted to play football with me that they had to play two hand touch...NOT!!!! As, soon as my brothers would leave, you already know I would tell them that I was not playing two hand touch...I only wanted to play tackle football...But, Barry, God rest his soul, would be like "Abernathy, said not to tackle you"...But, hot ass, I was like, nobody aint listening to him so lets play tackle...I could always get them to do what I said, see again, wrong answer...They should have stood up to me, because they would get a beat down as soon as I went across the street crying...They were dumb and kept letting me run them, but I was a good football player so errybody wanted me on they team...Until I cried of course, so I mostly learned how to run real fast, as to not get caught and tackled too much...
Well, my Momma used to always tell me when I came in the house with all that gear on, "ONE DAY YOU ARE GOING TO REALIZE YOU ARE A GURL"...I hated when she said that, because I was a boy now...I was a simple child sometimes...YOU CAN SAY IT, I ALREADY KNOW!!! Needless to say, one day I was over there in that field and tackling and getting tackled with those shoulder pads on and someone knocked me down and my chest started hurting like I was going to DIE, FA REAL...I ran home crying to my momma, and she took my shoulders pads off and saw I was getting bumps...My little ladies were starting to grow and the shoulders pad were pushing them in...So, when that simple mofo tackled me the shoulders pads, plus the impact hurt my little budding ladies...OOOOOOHHHHHH, that hurt so badly...
YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT MY MOMMA SAID, "I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE A GURL!!!!!!!!!!
The painting is entitled, "Big Brother", by Brenda Joysmith
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