I have been grown all of my life, and that has worked to my benefit, I believe. When I first greeted the scene, I arrived in a black plastic bag, found in a trash dump, addicted to crack with a note that read: Please forgive me. My mother’s only fifteen . Well, that shit musta been a joke, because the trick that calls herself my mother, also known as Rowanda Wright, is a chickenhead that I want no parts of. The State of New York raised me, for the most part. Rowanda Wright was fifteen when she had me, addicted to crack, and living on the streets. My grandmother was in an eighteen-month rehab and had just graduated the program when she heard that Rowanda had been arrested for putting me in a Hefty CinchSak. After that, social services gave me to my rehabilitated grandmother, which was a dressed-up word for a functioning methadone queen. We never had any furniture, food, money, or any time to be children. There were three of us who were born grown, and no, we didn’t come from the same pussy.
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