I escaped through the back door with my baby when the cops thundered into room with the same arrogant, egotistical energy as those soft security guards.

I was sure Ronald McDonald were their mentors. Grow some balls, or go to the Wizard and get some courage if you prefer transsexual behavior...

I said what I said so you he-she's could lick my coochie from the back if tartar sauce ya lack.

The very next day, Saturday, I awakened from an anxiety attack. Why did my body hurt?

It took a long, drawn out moment to remember that Mama beat my ass with an extension cord from the prom to her car, while she was driving, reaching back and slapping whatever part of my body her hand connected, called me everything but her child or a child of God.

I never told her that I was pregnant...

The next day she cooked breakfast. Like nothing happened.

When I sat at the table, Mama got on me. "What you know about getting some dick. You see, I gave you enough rope to hang yourself!"

"But Mama!"

"If you're fucking then you can move the fuck out. And if you wind up preggo, don't even dial my seven numbers."

"Ten, Mama."

Why did I say that. She sahnapped, huntyyyy. Not snapped. Sahnapped. Just terrible.

"Get your ass dressed, we got somewhere to be. And if you don't beat me to the car I'ma kick your ass some more. I called your grandparents, uncles, my pastor and your God parents and told them about your penile cravings."

I was in my seatbelt before she walked outta my room.

Thirty minutes and several tongue lashings later, Mama was knocking on that hoe's parents' door, with the police, well, Officer Jackson, my uncle, to press charges.

When I saw the bitch that bleached me, it took everything in my power not to put hands on that girl and the family, too, because they were gonna jump in.

A few weeks later my mom hired a lawyer and took the bitch and her incest big brother--he was just a year older, he stayed back a grade in the seventh grade--and their parents to small claims court.

She wanted money to pay for a dress that cost her out the ass to get for me. Mama was pisseeeedddddd.

I was also grounded till I graduated, because word got back to her that me and my man was fucking. She also informed his parents.

"I want the total cost of my daughter's prom gown. I ain't messing around," Mama told the bitch parents.

The parents laughed, and the father said, "Bitchhhh, even if the judge made me, I ain't giving your ratchet ass a damn thang. I'm a real nigga, you must not know."

A judge awarded mom three thousand dollars. plus the angry parents were ordered to pay our court costs and filing fees.

She also sued sue the school district because they didnt reprimand the student that assualted me.

This kind of behavior caused emotional trauma.

No child deserved to be treated this way!