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Nah, you fucked up this time. Should address this cipher to the writer, The biter, who really wrote them rhymes. Come at Brianna, you wanna get buried? Bow down, baby, get down on your knees. Ask your clique, and while you at it ask Supreme. The siren. The one he uses when an MC spits something dope. This is magical. This is a new level, like when Luke went from being just Luke to Jedi-ass Luke.
This is a homicide scene! Bri, who goes first? In every YouTube battle I watched, shit got real whenever that beat dropped. Milez glares at me as he raps. A lot of words rhyme with that if I deliver them right. Hammer—MC Hammer. Vanilla Ice. Hip-hop heads consider them pop stars, not real rappers. I can compare him to them. Aunt Pooh once pointed that out right before teasing me about being such a perfectionist.
I can use that. Perfection, protection, election. Presidents are leaders. Ether, like that song where Nas went in on Jay-Z. I need to get something in there about his name too. Miles per hour. Light speed. Then I need to end with something about myself. The instrumental starts up again. Aunt Pooh said I only get one chance to let everybody and their momma know who I am. My apologies, see, I forgot my manners. You a pop star, not a rapper. And a crown for me. The best have heard about me.
You see, naturally, I do my shit with perfection. I came here to ether. You confused like a foreigner. Imagining managing my own label, my own salary. I move at light speed, you stuck at per hour.
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You spit like a lisp. I spit like a high power. You coward. You talk about your Glock, about your i-c-e. He could be glaring at me, too. Hard to tell behind those shades. Whoever takes this one is the winner. He raises my arm into the air. Daddy went to heaven almost a year ago. She gets out, goes around to his side, unlocks his seat belt, and tries to pull him out the car, but he digs his feet into the seat. She grabs his shoulders. He looks over at me and quickly wipes his face. Mommy hands us our backpacks.
She kneels in front of me. Her shaky fingers brush through my hair, then cup my cheek. I promise. She presses her lips to my forehead and keeps them there for the longest. She does the same to Trey, then straightens up. She gets in the car without answering me and cranks it up. Tears stream down her cheeks. I saw her in the park a few months later, looking more like a red-eyed, scaly-skinned dragon than my mommy. I started calling her Jay after that—there was no way she was my mom anymore. It became my own habit that was hard to break. Still is. It took three years and a rehab stint for her to come back.
Even though she was clean, some judge decided that she could only have me and Trey every other weekend and on some holidays. Five years back with her, and yet I still dream about her leaving us. It hits me out of nowhere sometimes. She sighs and pushes up off the bed. Go ahead and get up. We need to have a little talk before you head to school. I forgot. I was floating after my battle, for real.
Jay raises her eyebrows. Only Cs I wanna see are pictures of seas , the only Ds I better see are deez grades improving. We clear? I get up, and almost immediately I wanna get back under my covers. That first feel of the chill in the air is always the hardest. Moving around helps. The ladies of hip-hop watch from the wall beside my bed. I figure if I wanna be a queen, queens should watch over me when I sleep. This happened to the other last week. I take a black Sharpie and go to work.
Ratchet, but I gotta do what I gotta do. Aunt Pooh buys my stock and lets me keep the profits. Shout-out to Michelle Obama.
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That health kick of hers made the school take the good stuff from the vending machines and made my business very lucrative. A horn blows outside. Watson, the bus driver. If his zombie ass pulls up in the bus one day, I am not climbing on board. A short yellow bus waits out front. Midtown-the-school is in Midtown-the-neighborhood, where people live in nice condos and expensive historic houses. A few years ago, they started busing students in from all over the city. So they send a short bus for us. Christmas is less than two weeks away, but Mr.
Watson has been in the holiday spirit for months. For what, freezing your ass off? All the eleventh-grade dancers look exhausted these days. Deon nods at me from his seat in the very back, his saxophone case propped up beside him. Dang, I got folks talking like that? I definitely had the Ring talking. I could barely get out of there last night without somebody telling me how dope I was. It was the first time I realized I can do this. You wake up from them or reality makes them seem stupid. Trust, every time my fridge is almost empty, all of my dreams seem stupid.
The Garden passes by my window.
Older folks water their flowers or bring out their trash cans. A couple of cars blast music on high. Now I gotta worry about the cops too? Zane, a senior with a nose ring, gets on the bus. Aja the freshman saw it. She gives me props soon as she gets on. So do Keyona, Nevaeh, and Jabari, the sophomores. That little dig is from Curtis Brinkley, this short, wavy-haired, brown-skinned boy who puts a lot of lies on God, bruh. In fifth grade, he claimed that Rihanna was his cousin and that his mom was on the road with her, working as her hairstylist. Really, his mom was in prison. She still is.
I take off my snapback. My edges still need help, but I laid them as best as I could earlier. I put on some lip gloss, too. I notice way too much about him. Like he wants the name to only belong to him. All these feelings started when we were ten. I was the Rock and he was John Cena. We were obsessed with wrestling videos on YouTube. I pinned Malik down, and while sitting on top of him in his front yard, I suddenly wanted to kiss him.
I was so weirded out by the whole thing. Best friend extraordinaire, Luke to my Leia. Yet here I am, using my phone to check my Pink Pursuit lip gloss who comes up with these names? Sonny dances down the aisle to a beat nobody hears. Malik shrugs. Except when you just stood there that first round.
Malik nods. They go back and forth, punching and swatting at each other. Totally normal. In fact, a Sonny and Malik fight is one of the few things guaranteed in life, right up there with death, taxes, and Kanye West rants.
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His face lights up almost as bright as the screen. I only catch the heart-eyes emoji next to the name. I raise my eyebrows. When we were eleven, Sonny came out to me. We were watching Justin Bieber perform at some awards show. It was out of nowhere. There were little things here and there that made me wonder. How he acted around my brother—if Trey liked something, Sonny suddenly loved it; if Trey spoke to him, Sonny blushed; and if Trey got a girlfriend, Sonny acted like it was the end of the world. He told Malik not long after and asked if they could still be friends. The bus pulls up at an intersection, beside a cluster of bleary-eyed kids.
Their breath turns to smoke around them as they wait for the bus to Garden High. School pride turns us into gangs. At Midtown you have to be great for anyone to notice you.
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Brilliant, actually. Who won that award for their writing or their art. Whose vocal range is the best. My grades are so-so. Nothing I do is enough. But he frowns. Gotta go to the lab and work on this documentary. Welp, so much for my idea. See, Sonny and Malik have their groups at Midtown. Unfortunately for me, Sonny and Malik are my group. I just gotta get through one more year in this place. One more year of being quiet, unassuming Bri who stays to herself as her friends get their glow-ups. The whole situation shook him up. Then Shana, Deon, the three sophomores, Zane.
I stroll through after him. Oh, shit. My candy stash. If they find it, I could get suspended for selling on campus. He reaches for my backpack strap, but I snatch it away. Everything happens in a blur. He grabs my arm again and pulls it behind me. The other one goes behind me too. I try to yank and tug away, which only makes his grip tighter. Before I know it, my chest hits the ground first, then my face is pressed against the cold floor. He wraps plastic around my wrists and pulls it tight.
My arms are tied behind me. Long dragged me in here and made me sit down a few minutes ago. She told her secretary, Ms. I stare straight ahead. The office has inspirational posters on every wall. You can only control the way that you react. Clark picks up her phone and dials.
May I speak to Mrs. Jayda Jackson, please? Jay answers the phones at Christ Temple, so I expect Ms. Clark to go right into explaining the situation to her. But she frowns. I see. Thank you. I tell Ms. About fifteen minutes later, the office door flies open, and Jay storms in. She kneels in front of me and looks me over, almost like she did when she came back from rehab. Now they examine every inch of me. She whirls around on the secretary. Rhodes appears in her doorway. Her glasses take up most of her face, and her curly red hair is in a bun.
She was the principal back when Trey went here, too. I met her at his Freshman Welcome Night. He lumbers out and removes the little scissors hanging from a clip on his waist. They put Brianna on the floor. Rhodes takes a deep breath. I assure you that there will be an investigation and disciplinary action will take place if the administration sees fit. However, Brianna may have to face disciplinary action as well. Why did they come after my daughter in the first place? She turns to the principal. Rhodes, my son told me that the guards picked on certain kids more than others when he was here.
Rhodes says so calmly, it pisses me off. The guards treat all of the students the same. Rhodes clears her throat. I was told she was argumentative and aggressive. All of them except Mrs.
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Murray, who happens to be my only black teacher. There was the time in history class during Black History Month. I asked Mr. His pale cheeks reddened. Fiction class. Burns was talking about the literary canon, and I rolled my eyes because all the books sounded boring as shit.
I mumbled something under my breath on the way out, and she wrote me up for aggressive behavior. Ito told us to start from the top yet again. My script flew from my grasp and hit him. He swore I intentionally threw it. That got me a two-day suspension. Freshman year and sophomore year were full of incidents, too. Rhodes says. She zips up my backpack and. We go into the hallway just as the bell for second period rings. Classroom doors open, and it seems like everybody and their momma pour into the halls.
One word, two syllables. Can be made to rhyme with a lot of things. Synonyms: thug, delinquent, hooligan, lowlife, gangster, and, according to Long, Brianna. The Mega Dollar Store was one of the first to get hit.
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Cellular Express got looted first and then burned down. But Bri. But I need you safely out of the situation.
This is like that talk she gave me about the cops. Do whatever they tell you to do, she said. But you only have to get through two more years, baby. All these incidents. If that means keeping your mouth shut, I need you to do it. Jay sighs out of her nose. Midtown is unfortunately one of those places where you not only gotta play chess, but you gotta play it by a different set of rules.
They have actual cops at Garden High, Bri. The damn school is treated like a prison. She takes a deep breath. But you never let their actions determine what you do. You hear me? I wish I could give you more options, baby. Especially right now. Last month, we got an eviction notice.
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