Anyway I’m from Bronx River Houses (BX STAND UP!!!) right on 174th street the row of stores sits diagonal from my room with the same shit that’s on every project strip. A hair solon/nail place, Chinese food spot, a bodega, laundry mat, Pioneer grocery store, $.99 cent store, and Spanish food place … it is what it is right. Anyway, I live with my Tio & Tia until my parents settle their little “situation” but I’d rather stay where we are because its way less drama.
My little sister is 13 and she’d much rather Mami and Papi get back together so we can go back to the block. We used to live over on Webster; it’s mad wild over there. Not like Bronx River ain’t hot but at least home ain’t just as hot, that’s the kind of shit that make a nigga stay outside and that’s why my little sister Jami wanna go back. Her ass is getting way too fast yo. It’s not like anywhere is a safe place though, gangs are everywhere you just have to know who your friends are. I wanna get out of here though, I mean I like to chill with my friends and shit but I want to do more. Like, I’m Puerto Rican and I can’t even fucking speak Spanish, yo. I do my best work when I ask for “Bestic y Salsa with arrozz con gondules”, yeah I know that’s beast but I like that combination ain’t nothing wrong with a little pepa … I went to my friend Aida’s youth group this past Friday, I’ve never been to one before it was kinda weird and kinda cool at the same time, the music was mad hot yo. I would like to sing like that some day, maybe when I’m older because I have way too much drama now to be up in some church. I don’t think I really fit it but it did feel nice, real peaceful you know what I mean? My shits were fresh that night though I had my white & blue 13’s on, crispy out the box, my favorite Seven Jeans, and my white top with a blue tank top under it … I was killing them bitches, simple yet fly, you know they was hating on this bitch.
Like a week later the youth pastor saw me on Fordham the other day, I was with Trina, Skinny Jessica, and Jose we were looking for those grey Prada shoes. I didn't even recognize that nigga. I just thought he was some nasty old nigga in the street trying to grab up on me and tell me how his old shit will stretch me out good. So when he reaches out his hand I pulled away, natural reflex I guess. Sometimes I wanna smack the shit outta them busted niggaz. But I ain't stupid enough to acting all rah rah. I see them girls always hitting niggaz but they like to hit back and that shit hurts. Plus they like to play you hit my chest I get to hit yours... Always trying to cop a feel cuz niggaz always wanna fuck. But ain't none of them bum ass niggaz getting me pregnant and leaving me pushing no stroller. I wanna be a lawyer, I told my advisor that I wanna focus on John Jay this year, I either want to do Criminal Law or Forensic Science, I love that CSI, NCIS shit. I watch them all the time, that’s where I got the idea from really. That way I can carry a gun and no one would fuck with me but I don’t have to worry about chasing niggaz around or kicking doors down. That shit ain’t safe.
Anyway the youth pastor talked about a lot of shit that made me think but I don’t feel like getting into all that right now, so I’ll just end here … Mirandy Candy signing off! BX STAND UP!!!!!
[1] Miranda is a fictional character created from the mosaic of young ladies I have worked with over the years as a youth development professional. She can be followed here @ http://marcusjsmalls.blogspot.com/
