Destiney’s mind screams...mid heat passion...the colors of their skin clashin.....
she's so trustin....meanwhile the rubbers bustin... he says don't worry babygurl it’ll all be ok...
she's lost in the words ....found in the path to their love...
2 months later he don't love her no more...kicked her ass out the door...she moves back home with momma...not knowing that ahead lies trauma.....
gets herself a job....working 9 to 5 ....thanks the lord each night that she's alive.....misses her bleed...she's in trouble for real indeed....
heads to the clinic 2 months later...gets some static walking through the door.....labeled crack house whore....the doctor says gurl sorry but its to late to evacuate....your pregnancy has to follow through.....sorry to complicate....call this number the women their can relate.....she treds home knowing not what to do.....fukk she hasnt got a clue....the baby will be of mixed colors....her mother will cry n say you shoulda known better....daddy will say im not paying for a damn babysitter.....the daddy shes decided is the only answer.....so she knocks on his door....gets down on her knees n sobs...she screams n pleads....hoping the tears will let him kno...he slams the door in her face she's not his problem any more......
in her purse she pulls out that card that doctor gave her.....hoping by chance they will save her...she travels to a phone booth near by.....dials the numbers...as the seconds combine....her hand running over her stomach....she's feeling the...... the small movements n frowns....the answering machine says to leave a message......she's says .....she's gone.....heads to her room.....on her knees pleading to the lord to forgive her sins.....under the mattress she pulls a shoe box.....lifts the lid...her small hands feel the cold metal of the peaice...hesitates......shivers......shudders..... ..sweat is beading her forhead into a raceway for tears.....her small fingers constrict around the metal...she raises it to her head.....runs her hand over her stomach and feel s the baby kick.....pull of the trigger click.....
the blood can never be washed from the walls..... stained far to deep.......a lil gurl of 9 sits n traces the splatters with her humble fingers....grabs the photo album from the shelf......wonders why nanna said her mommy shot herself...
she’ll never understand....never comprehend what went on.......her daddy comes to pick her up to take her to school....he's grown to be a fine man now....out of resentment.....put of respect ......out of agony........
you see he tried to follow Destiny that night.....he saw her on that phone booth.....he saw her shed her tears.....
when guilt set in......he chased her to her house but hesitated at the door.....the words he looked for.......to try n be a man....to show his baby’s momma that he can understand so out side her door he stood....searching for just the right way to end her tears and make her smile.....too late that shot that rung his ears....will forever leave his soul in denial.....
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