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Talkin' ta Alroy got me thinkin' 'bout firsts. Lord knows why, don't rightly like ta think 'bout first anythings - not like I've had a lot. Sure, had my fair, everyone's got dem, goes wit livin' an' all.
First boy who broke my heart was named Mike. Tall boy, older boy, wit tight skinny jeans an' a leather jacket he rode a motorcycle an' I was fifteen years old. I woulda done anythin' ta catch his eye, but I was a skinny lil thing, an' de only boys I knew was de ones I whipped at football cuz I could run so fast. Older boy like dat wouldn't look twice at me, no way no how.
It was my friend Jenny who suggested I dye my hair, dat I should pierce my lip. Real fuckin' stupid lookin' back at it, but I didn't know any better, jus' some dumb kid lookin' fer some attention cuz ma was sick an' da was busy tryin' ta feed us an' sit by his dyin' wife. Lotta shit went down dat summer cuz dare wasn't no one lookin' after Tom an' me.
We got some hair dye at Albertsons (dey tore it down when I left, put up a damn Whole Foods in its place). An' ta dis day I don't know what we was thinkin' but we made a mess all over de bathroom. Cuz if ya ever dyed dark hair ya know ya gotta strip off de dark ta change it at all.
Long story short? It turned orange. My da had a real good laugh at dat, an' so did my ma come ta think o' it. 'Course he tanned my hyde over de piercin'. Jenny used an ice cube, a safety pin an' one o' her older sister's earrings for dat. Wooo, da did not like dat a bit.
What did I get fer all my hard look? Not much I can tell ya dat. He didn't look twice at me. Well, maybe he did cuz I looked so queer but it weren't nice looks let me tell ya dat. I was devestated, an' rightly so, cuz everythin' devestates a fifteen year old. I cried fer days 'fore I got over it, an' ma got home an' fixed my hair. She tol' me: ain't no man worth cryin' over, 'specially iffen he don't love me jus' de way God made me.
My ma was real sweet like dat, lovin' me despite de pain an' de fact I was a pain. Never once yelled or hit, dat was da's job, but even he didn't like it. Still remember my ma washin' my hair out over de sink, smilin', hummin'. I remember givin' her a hug an' feelin' nothin' but bones.
Mike still lives down in Metairie, ain't never left. Las' I heard he got some high school girl pregnant an' had ta marry her other wise her pa was gonna play 'pick a finger' wit him till he agreed. Sometimes I wonder what my life woulda been like, lovin' him, comin' home ta him every night.
Makes me kinda sick on de inside I reckon.
First boy who broke my heart was named Mike. Tall boy, older boy, wit tight skinny jeans an' a leather jacket he rode a motorcycle an' I was fifteen years old. I woulda done anythin' ta catch his eye, but I was a skinny lil thing, an' de only boys I knew was de ones I whipped at football cuz I could run so fast. Older boy like dat wouldn't look twice at me, no way no how.
It was my friend Jenny who suggested I dye my hair, dat I should pierce my lip. Real fuckin' stupid lookin' back at it, but I didn't know any better, jus' some dumb kid lookin' fer some attention cuz ma was sick an' da was busy tryin' ta feed us an' sit by his dyin' wife. Lotta shit went down dat summer cuz dare wasn't no one lookin' after Tom an' me.
We got some hair dye at Albertsons (dey tore it down when I left, put up a damn Whole Foods in its place). An' ta dis day I don't know what we was thinkin' but we made a mess all over de bathroom. Cuz if ya ever dyed dark hair ya know ya gotta strip off de dark ta change it at all.
Long story short? It turned orange. My da had a real good laugh at dat, an' so did my ma come ta think o' it. 'Course he tanned my hyde over de piercin'. Jenny used an ice cube, a safety pin an' one o' her older sister's earrings for dat. Wooo, da did not like dat a bit.
What did I get fer all my hard look? Not much I can tell ya dat. He didn't look twice at me. Well, maybe he did cuz I looked so queer but it weren't nice looks let me tell ya dat. I was devestated, an' rightly so, cuz everythin' devestates a fifteen year old. I cried fer days 'fore I got over it, an' ma got home an' fixed my hair. She tol' me: ain't no man worth cryin' over, 'specially iffen he don't love me jus' de way God made me.
My ma was real sweet like dat, lovin' me despite de pain an' de fact I was a pain. Never once yelled or hit, dat was da's job, but even he didn't like it. Still remember my ma washin' my hair out over de sink, smilin', hummin'. I remember givin' her a hug an' feelin' nothin' but bones.
Mike still lives down in Metairie, ain't never left. Las' I heard he got some high school girl pregnant an' had ta marry her other wise her pa was gonna play 'pick a finger' wit him till he agreed. Sometimes I wonder what my life woulda been like, lovin' him, comin' home ta him every night.
Makes me kinda sick on de inside I reckon.