Stripping Asjiah II by Sa'Rese Thompson.

harmed Keyshia. If anything they bought her presents as well; porcelain baby dolls, clothes, jewelry, and anything else she asked for.
Still none of the material things amounted to the valuable life lessons that are imperative with raising a little girl. Instead of helping her with her homework and teaching her normal shit that a mother should educate their daughter‟s about like how to cross your legs if you‟re wearing a dress or skirt, or about menstruation; she allowed Keyshia to hide in the closet and watch as she gave some guy head.
She let her come to toy and lingerie parties instead of allowing her to be around normal girls at sleepovers. Instead of teaching her how to ride a bike, she bought her a dildo and taught her how to ride a dick. By the time Keyshia reached middle school she could‟ve taught our sex education class better than the teacher we were assigned.
“Excuse me?” Was she seriously standing here accusing me of being responsible for Keyshia‟s condition?
“Every time some shit goes down and my daughter is involved, I know you aren‟t too far behind. So what was it this time Asjiah?” Ms. Livingston adjusted her gold bangles, crossed her arms and glared at me with hate in her eyes.
“I didn‟t have anything to do with this. This is the first time I‟ve seen Keyshia in at least a month or so.”
“Why don‟t I believe that?”
“I really don‟t give a shit what you believe, when is the last time you saw your daughter? Maybe if you wiped the cum out your eyes you could pay more attention to her.”
“You know I never liked you.”
“The feeling‟s mutual.”
“You think you‟re so innocent. You always thought you were so much better than my Keyshia. I‟ve seen the way you look down at her. Maybe you‟re just jealous, maybe your envy for what my daughter has finally got out of control and you set her up.”
“Jealous? I‟m jealous?” I smiled, giggling a little at her insinuations.
“You‟re right, I am jealous. You have to excuse me because I‟m a little bitter since I don‟t get as much dick as Keyshia does.” I scratched my head causing my hair to frizz up a little giving me a disoriented appearance.
“Maybe I‟m a little on edge because I have yet to take it in the ass; I‟m not sure. Then again, maybe I‟m angry cause I didn‟t get the starring role in last summers blockbuster; „Let‟s bang the Crackhead‟. I should write all this down so I can remember to ask her if she can teach me how to be a hoe when she wakes up. Danielle, you gotta pen?”
“I…I..,” Danielle looked back at me puzzled not knowing how to respond.
“Your daughter don‟t have shit but a worn out pussy, broken ribs, a couple of stitches and a mother who never gave a fuck about her. I‟m not loose like that and I think I‟ll pass on the assault and battery. And Oh, I‟m pretty sure I got it covered as far as dysfunctional family goes.”
Ms. Livingston walked further into the room until she was standing directly in front of me. “Listen here you little bitch…”
I slapped her hooker red finger nail out of the way and looked dead in her eyes.
“No you listen, I‟ve had a very, very long day and I was trying to be respectful but I don‟t have the energy for yo‟ bullshit. She called me, not you so she obviously doesn‟t want you here; so why don‟t you go back to the dick you crawled off of and get the fuck outta my face.”
This day had taken too much out of me and my patience was beginning to run out. She looked as if she wanted to hit me and I was ready in case she did. I had had enough of just about everybody so if she wanted to fight; fuck it, let‟s do it.
“Is everything okay in here?” Ashley; the nurse from earlier tapped on the door commanding our attention.
Ms. Livingston glanced at Keyshia, then, back at me before responding. “Yeah everything is fine.”
“Well visiting hours are over, I‟m afraid everyone‟s going to have to leave and allow our patient to get