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Category:
Hip-Hop
Type: Fiction
Pages: 106
Copyright: 2015
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
La-La is determined to use all she's got to get out of the hood.
Raised dirt poor in one of the worst parts of town, La-La is determined not end up like the generations of her family before her: a mother when she's barely in her teens, getting caught up in the drug game, or just plain stuck living hand-to-mouth in the projects for the rest of her life. She's got big dreams, not to mention the rare combination of a sharp mind, runway model looks, and a killer bod, all of which she plan on using to get the hell out of the ghetto.
But even the best laid plans have a habit of going to pieces - especially in the hood. La-La finds that out firsthand when her ambitions cause her to cross paths with Dre, a much more worldly (and older) man than the scrubs she's used to dealing with. Showered with gifts and attention, La-La consciously chooses to overlook the strings that come attached to Dre's affection - namely, that he is a man with dangerous ties and associates.
Forced outside her comfort zone, La-La finds herself getting caught up in Dre's world. Even worse, her normally good judgment is being impaired by both her desire for the finer things in life and her growing physical needs as she struggles to answer one question: is what she and Dre have real and worth risking everything for, or is he simply using her the way she had planned on using him?
Excerpt
I remember like yesterday the day that changed my momma’s life forever. She was standing at the stove (cooking yet another damn pot of beans) when there was a knock at the door. She sent my brother Reggie to answer it, and when he opened the door there stood a woman dressed in purple bike-in-tights and a gold halter-top.
She looked down at my brother and said, “ Go get Big Ken for me, baby.”
Reggie was about to run and get him when Yogi came to the door behind him and asked the woman what business she had with her husband that couldn’t wait till he came in the street.
The woman looked at my mother, rolled her neck and said, “First off, bitch, he ain’t yo muthafuckin’ husband. He the same thing to you that he is to me – my baby daddy.”
Yogi calmly asked ole girl to follow her into the house to get Big Ken and talk about what was going on. As they reached the kitchen Yogi grabbed the now-scorched pot of beans and threw them in the woman’s face. She then grabbed a knife off the table and commenced to cutting that woman till it was nothing but skin and meat hanging from her face. It was as if she snapped. (It took me years to get the sounds of that lady’s scrams out of my head).
Big Ken heard all the commotion and came running down the hall in his boxers, pistol in hand. As soon as he seen the woman on the floor screaming and holding her face he looked at Yogi and said, “Damn, Yo! Now what we s’pose to eat?”
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