Saint Ave.

by Charae Lewis

“I never wanna leave my kids. They're the only people in my world that matters the most. But life is unpredictable. We don’t own our lives, we just live this shit. God is the author of our existence so I don’t try to interfere with that. Nor do I live in fear of what might happen.”

“Whatever you do, make sure you never lose your self-confidence. Niggas should never have power over that.”

“I'm glad you're laughing. Let’s see if you laugh at this. Your husband’s dick was superb and tucking your kids in bed was the highlight of my day. Try not to OD again,

hoe!”

“You know, nobody beats you up more than you. You really need to watch the words that come out of your mouth, especially regarding yourself.”

“Yeah, whenever you need to cry, you can do it in my arms. If you wanna tell me all your secrets, you can, and that shit will never leave my lips. If you wanna be vulnerable, then you can be that with me.”

“Friend you really won in life. You married to a rich nigga whose baby you just pushed out. His evil-ass mother is in jail for twenty-five to life. Your ex-husband is doing time and his hoe left him for dead. How does it feel to be God’s favorite?”