Chronicles Of Chiney B

  As we run head first and what is about to be the next four years of Trump‘s America, I wonder what the red benefits will be. What makes the republican party different from the Democratic Party do you receive financial stipends? Do you still have to fight for a ride to be heard? Are your words observed by those in social media and in the face in public? When you speak, does your message get carried across faster than that of a democrat? Are we all just fighting for a place at the podium so that we can give our two cents on America so that we can make change, Obama‘s years ended but that change logo stuck with me I remember the first time I put it on the board outside of our bedroom door and it got erased, that’s when I realized that this conflict was real no one ever told me who did it, but I could see her crocs through the bottom of the door. What will Trump America mean for the black community, I don’t even know who the politicians are that’s become black issues. Other than Andr...

  Slap n Tickle start the race. They call it slap n tickle uncle puncle mi junckitonking off a one likkle tickck titinkle tonkle mi yum yum charoo. Im talking  The last sentence i wrote was a good song lyrics. Just here waiting for my nurse fresh of a toke of something called slap n tickle. She burns my throat. I’m trying to trase her origin. Somewhere cold. I’m still on rainbow road trying to figure it out. While something else is pulling on my nose. Must be that nose ring I want so bad. Oh by the way started up bad habits again I went back to my vape pen. This flavor that I’m floating on is mimosa. I love mimosas. Really not getting the citrus vibe but I’m not tot getting it too. It’s been interesting to say the least. Did I mention i got baptized on Jay Tatum birthday last year. I’m one year saved. My mom doesn’t want me bringing my weed to her house. My brother has dropped out of school. Finished up lemon, I wouldn’t really crave lemonade but who got the sauce on a hot day...

  The Stand So I finally did it. I had a one nightstand I’ve always heard about them in movies. My greatest fear was getting pregnant from a one night stand and having to reach out to the guy after not planning to ever see them again, just to tell him that I’m pregnant with his baby. Don’t judge me it took 33 years before I had my first one night stand it was mid November emotions were high, when I met this guy on the train platform , he offered to take me out to dinner. I probably should’ve just left it at dinner, but we had a great time. Great conversation he came with great energy not only that he was well-connected and knew a lot of people. He introduced me to people that I thought would stay around for a little bit however, it doesn’t appear that that’s gonna happen, instead I earned a new business connection. Now he won’t respond to my messages. Slightly perturbed, but to be expected I’ve sent him a message regarding my bra which I inconveniently left at his house by accident...

  Intended Biases Melinda was the best dressed Haitian after biting my style and fashion senses. Nah I’m lying she was fashionable I guess I miss her that’s why I’m writing a whole article about how she always played me with money. Took up all the talk time. “I don’t talk to crazy people” was the last word she said to me. What was there in calling her still. Anyways I don’t want to spend too much time there I’m into more refined moments of my life. My grandpa is in the hospital and all I can think about is his land. I see him like a father now now that I ain’t got no pappy. But you see I have intended biases I’m supposed to hate him because he drived past you on the road I was too panicked when I picked you up from the airport or wherever it was what the fuck is an intended biased. We’re supposed to vote for her right, i mean after all, she’s the better option, my dad always told me they’re gonna rob you either way so look for the one that’s gonna rob you the least. I don’t know mu...

The youngest of Keith’s balls and Donna Wash Belly. Now like his sister has mental illness in some ways him and his sister are similar, He’s been bitten by the same smoking bug or maybe it’s the stress of our circumstances that get to him. He’s shy unlike his sister whose new personality came busting out as a result of trauma. He’s into music and the arts you can hear him in his room rapping to some of his favorite numbers. When I was going through my issues I thought that easily he hated me. He was the lead of all my frustration especially after the fight that led to my hospitalization and miscarriage. I still remember the sound of the chucks of baby coming out of me. Doctors say I don’t register as no pregnant. In fact I’m amazed to have been able to have one. I always seem to get the symptoms wrong. So many pregnancy scares but only one solid one. I still remember seeing dread-head in the incubator and I remember praying for him to make it. I’d never seen a human so small. Lost in H...

Jamaica  Thank God for blessing me with the finances that allowed me to take a trip to Jamaica with my son, we explored the island and spent many times in the rivers and the ocean, well just enough. The morning started out pretty cold until we landed in Jamaica, where it was thunderstorming , we were disappointed by our rental as we expected it to be bigger could barely hold our suitcases but we trudged on. We bought groceries for the house costing us $13,000. Food places don’t tend to be open on Sundays so you have to plan ahead and be prepared. We stayed at our house in Falmouth. The journey was beautiful scenic roots. Jamaica is an underdeveloped country, still young in its efforts to define itself as one of the greatest destination places on earth. The day we went to go see my father‘s grave on the way back we had a flat tire, not one, but two it was a scariest moment of my life being parked on the side of the highway, In Jamaica not having cell phone service to call. To make m...

  Today I’m awakened by the aching reminder that I have court again, the issue from 2021 has dragged on into 2024, there’s nothing I want more than to be rid of this name and this person. I find myself having to prove my sanity when I’m the victim in all this , forced to use my body to protect my husband and my family from ragdoll to woman the reengineering of me. My fears led me into my own demise, I have no one to blame but myself. There are nights where I miss my ex-husband embrace that warm feeling of comfort, knowing that he’ll be there for me. Too bad they didn’t last longer than the 10 years that we shared with each other we never officially broke up with each other. That conversation was never had. All I know is divorce papers came to me via him and his attorneys while I was in the hospital healing, this is supposed to be a time of healing. I could’ve refused to sign them, but I didn’t. I gave him what he wanted no point in dragging on something that isn’t meant to be. He t...