“This yo pops speaking like this?” Asha checked, looking incredulously at me. “Address me, boo, not my daughter. Who raised y'all mothafuckas?” he asked again as everyone stared at the phone. “Instead of being Karens and running to the office to tattletale…you handle it like a boss bitch. Next time you see him, you need to look like him and everyone else is beneath you. I wouldn’t let not nan mothafucka see me sweating and crying over him because now they think they have power over me. Nah, boo. I’m in control, always. What’s done to me, I will do twice as hard to you. You understand?”
