To say I got in trouble would be a lie. When mama found out what happened. She went to go have a talk with the lady who’s children I watched daily. She made me stay at home but I looked out my window and from the way she was throwing her hands around and yelling I knew old girl was getting the best my mama had to give.
She was mad and even more upset that she couldn’t put her hands on the grown a*s man that put hands on me. I was just glad she couldn’t. I needed my mama, She was more good to me here than in jail.
The next day I woke up feeling energized. I had fought a grown man. And he hit me, he really did but I had beat his a*s and had him running from little bitty ole me. I came to the conclusion that either I was a bad b***h or he was just b***h made. Not that it really mattered tha
