Jones was cool at first, though he thought I was dumb.
Now I know what y’all thinking Jones? Ain’t that a last name? Well, I thought so too. Momma somehow got keys or passes to the volts and that’s when we was really getting paid! That’s also when she met Jones. Momma knew all the tips and tricks to getting hers and I ain’t talkin about her weekly salary. I didn’t look down on her for sweepin floors or none’ because of her being a custodian we was livin fly. Moms used to work at the bank but she wasn’t well educated or nothing she was the custodian. Now, B told me never to listen to any man advice from momma because she was never married and me, B and Latoya all had different daddies, but I believed momma anyways cuz she said it while she was sober and I had to keep her sober words at heart. My momma would always say “Real men know what they want and the whole world will never know it ‘cept for that one thing” and I knew it, I felt it. Ricky played it cool though, like he ain’t never notice me or nothing, but I knew the difference. His presence was powerful and intimidating but still inviting and intriguing. He was tall, fair skinned will jheri curled type hair except I knew it was all natural. B had a small thing for Ricky, it was nothing serious, she seemed to have more interest in Steve, I was glad though because I had my eyes on Ricky’s. Ricky and the boys were 15 and 16, but me and B had a body like we was 15/16 too so they didn’t mind that we was there chillen with em. Truth was, I was a bad breed without her, back when I attended school I was part of a group of all the pretty girls and we got down. B thought because she was 1 whole year older than me that she could boss me around and tell me what I couldn’t do. When I turned 13 B let me come with her round our way where Ricky and the boys chilled down by Max Convenience Store. Them family service people was watchin us hard core, because me and my older sister Bianca never went to school and momma didn’t care at first, you know, until them child service people threatened to take us away which to momma mean’t no tax money. I had to go for momma cuz she woulda done beat my behind if I was tryna pull all that fancy stuff bout not going to school. I never cared for them though, I mean I didn’t go to school for em, heck I didn’t even go to school for myself. From when I was 12 I had old men sweatin me and the girls at school always tryna jock my style. Growing up in the progects was tough, especially since I was really pretty.
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