Dedicated to
"LaLa My Sword and My Shield"

That night they came on our block with at least 20 people.

My friends were all outside. Someone came and knocked on my door saying some girls were looking for me and shit was getting ready to jump off. I wasn't surprised. I went to my room, put on my tims, took off my jewelry, put my hair up, and put Vaseline on my face ....this took maybe five minutes."

I am looking at Temor and letting him know, " Looking back, I know that it was long enough for me to make a different decision." Then immersed in the past, I continue...

"I left the house without saying anything. As I'm walking, I am trying to fight the rage that has been growing in me for weeks. I get closer to the middle of the block, and I can hear people arguing, it's my friends getting into it with the girls from the block party, but this time, I see it's mad people out there. I see some of the dudes from my block mean-mugging some other dudes, then I see the girl. She is with these bitches.

I can hear them clearly now, and she starts to approach me. I stop walking. My other friends walk over to me and stand on the side and behind me.

That girl was still talking about what she would do to me for messing with her dude. I am still trying to stay calm. My friends are in my ear because they are ready to drag her ass.

By the time she finally was standing in front of me, we were now surrounded by the crowd.

I am looking at her, thinking she is not better than me. I mean, she has zero body, heavy ass makeup, dressed like a straight hoe. I was too busy checking her out, thinking this is who my boyfriend picked ...that I tuned out all that shit she was talking about.

When I started listening again, she was pointing at somebody, telling me to stay away from her man or she was gonna fuck me up. I glance to see who she is pointing at, and it's my boyfriend.

I laughed and asked her who her man was? She said his name, I looked at him and waited for him to show the love he said he had for me, but he didn't move.

I turned my attention back to the girl, and I laughed again, saying I wasn't fighting over no dude, especially one that would fuck with her, and she could have it.

I stepped back and said I don't have time for this whack bitch, and she started talking recklessly, called me all kinds of hoes, and saying he been playing me cause she been with him, they been fucking, I wasn't shit to him.

I mean, this girl was so disrespectful. I told her if she kept talking recklessly, it would be a problem. Then she came at me real quick, and I stepped to the side. I didn't know what happened, but I could see blood on my shirt. I heard my friends screaming, I figured she cut me, but I couldn't see where...

I remember how I felt as I watched my boyfriend not correct her as she spewed that disrespect. He didn't move or do anything to shut her up."

I stop talking as my mind takes me back to that day and time...I take a deep breath and continue...

The rage that I had been suppressing was moving through me, and I could feel my adrenaline kick in, and all that shit hit my brain. I'm thinking this bitch trying to kill me; I'm sick of being disrespected. Is my dude really standing there? He is not gonna do shit... I'm not thinking about the fact that she could cut me again.

All I could think is they all got me fucked up...

❤ Love Quotes.

"I ain't a killa but don't
push me"
~ Tupac