Xavier B. Wallace ; X 📍Chicago Illinois
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It was quiet , the sound of the air conditioning blowing was the only thing I could hear,
it was still late in the evening and everyone in the house was still sleeping besides me .
I looked over to see my two five year old sisters who are twins Camila , and Camille sleeping peacefully on our shared mattress .
Yes I shared a room with my two siblings it wasn't that bad it could've been worse
I got up from my seat at the small desk filled with papers and notebooks from me writing my poems
I walked Out of my room into the kitchenLooking into the icebox seeing there was nothing but cheese and baloney , I sighed and grabbed the loaf of bread out the pantry ,
I was sick of eating this shit .
Could've at least had mayonnaise
I proceeded to make me a sandwich then put the things back where they belonged.
I then picked up my sandwich and took a bite
" who said you could have that nigga , you don't pay for shit in here , I do . "
I heard from the living room ,
I glanced over at my stepdad, Levi, loungin' on the couch with a beer in hand , he obviously just woke up and wanted to bother me . He always had some smart-ass comment ready, like he was waiting for me to slip up."Whatever, man," I muttered under my breath, not in the mood to argue. I took another bite of my sandwich, tryin' to ignore the tension in the room.
Levi just chuckled, takin' another swig of his beer. "You think you're something , huh? Writing your little poems and shit , Ain't gonna get you nowhere, boy."
I clenched my jaw, feeling the anger bubbling up inside me. Why did he always have to tear me down like that? Like he was tryna crush any hope I had of making it outta here.
I forced myself to stay calm, taking a deep breath before responding. "Just tryna make something of myself, unlike you."
Levi's eyes narrowed, and I braced myself for whatever insult he was gonna throw my way ,
" You ain't special nigga , you living with me "
he laughed as I held onto my sandwich
" you ain't gone be shit just like yo bum ass daddy "
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