Dem Boyz From Da Bottom

by Diamond D. Johnson

“I look like I give a fuck about him burying his gay ass brother? I barely got any fuckin’ sleep last night because yo’ fuckin’ son was up all hours of the night, crying like a fuckin’ sissy! He about to be five years old! He’s too big to still be doing that shit. If you want any kind of future with me, you’ll pass his ass to his daddy and let him live with him permanently. If you plan on coming back home today with him, just don’t come back, shorty, because I’m tired of stressing out about the same ole fuckin’ thing. Change out of that fuckin’ dress too!”

Oh hell nah.

I loved Eli, and I didn’t want to lose him, so if he wanted me to permanently leave my son with his father, then I was going to do that.

Oh she dumb as hell

I loved Tyrell, Lord knows I did, but my son couldn’t bring me the same happiness that Eli could. A bitch just wanted to be loved, and I knew that Eli would be the one to do that for me.

What in the damn hell? 🤦🏽‍♀️

The DJ had started playing “Murder She Wrote” by Chaka Demus and Pliers. I squealed in my seat because I loved that song.

Me too Sage! 😂

There was a link that led to an Instagram page, which was titled Apollo’s Girls. The page already had well over ten thousand followers, and I wasn’t even sure when it started. The profile picture for the page made me sick to my fuckin’ stomach. It was a collage of photos featuring Apollo with different bitches. The bio to the page read, Since Sage thinks she was the only one, this page was created to show that she wasn’t.

😳 😳 Really?!

“This… this bitch lied… she said I fuckin’… that I raped her!” he said, and then he started crying.

I knew it was coming 🤦🏽‍♀️ ugh I hate her for that.