The Beginning
No one truly understands the way I feel about my mother. I honestly don’t give a fuck because they don’t need to understand. I got taken away from my Mo ( mom ) when i was 9 years old. I was so happy to leave; in a way i felt free. I didn’t understand then why I felt that way .. but I do now. Growing up with her I knew and experienced things a little girl never should. At a young age i saw Mo give out sexual favors for $$ . My earliest memory was at KiKi’s 16th birthday party in Atlanta , I was 4 years old then. Mo was in a rush to leave but i didn’t want to leave without my ice cream & cake. She made me leave. We ended up going to some man’s apartment. He must have had a son because they sat me in a room that was decorated for a little boy. They had put on a movie for me & told me they were going to go talk. Some time had passed & the movie was over. I didn’t know how to work the VCR so i went to get Mo for help. I walked over to the bedroom she was in and turned the knob, but the door was locked. I heard moans, and screams come from within the room. I knew exactly what she was doing , at 4 years old I knew my mother was having sex with that man . I stood there & cried until she finally opened the door. She opened the door & asked me why I was crying. I just remember me crying and screaming sex. The last thing i remember from that day is us getting ready to leave & the man sticking money into her bra as we were walking to the door.
