How My Family Earned Their Stripes
A Story as Told by My Father
This caucasian blanket tightly fitted to my frame is just a label I cannot remove
My german heritage stitched me like a seamstress but filled me with something I statistically cannot live up to
My father’s stories
my daddy was known as whiteboy Rob
Moved from California to Troost
Never once had he seen a black man before in his life
now he is the only white boy around
the first day of school he was so terrified that he jumped the first guy he saw
a six year old boy jumped over a five foot ledge onto a 7th grader
and proceeded to attempt to fight him until the boy threw him off life a flea
when he realized how old my dad was he announced that no one should mess with him.
Stripe one
Buddy’s Richard and Paul shared a baby mama in the past
but she was smoking water so they had to pass her off as another one lost
My daddy sat on the fold out chair’s next to the grill when the rummage of falling food and a screaming woman swelled in the house.
and one thing you don’t mess with, is a man’s barbecue
Fist flying at a zombie, high on dipped cigarettes
it took 12 men to hold down her chest
and when Paul picked her up to save her and my daddy pushed him a path way
she took a chunky out of his side without a second thought
seconds later her dealer slash pimp was waiting, smiling with a glock in his hand
waving like a pageant queen
Before He even had a chance to react, paul pulled out a sawed off shotgun and put ten holes in the car
Not killing a single person
stripe two
About the Creator
Jewell Alexandra
I've given up keeping anything a secret for other's sakes, for they do not care on my behalf either.
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