Dem Boyz From Da Bottom

by Diamond D. Johnson

I won’t even sit here and say that I finally had my shit together because I didn’t.

Since I was the head of my household and the person my brothers depended on, I had to tuck my feelings in my back pocket, keep my fuckin’ head up, and pretend that a nigga was cool. Deep down inside, I was hurting like a motha fucka. Although I made sure everyone was good, at the end of the day, I had no one to make sure I was good.