Before I was married I had said, “I love you” to four women in my life and meant it. My mother is not one of them. I have her facial features and once was approached by a total stranger inside of a bodega who simply stated, “You Zenee’s Boy”. I remember that smug ass smile she had and me wanting to punch her in her fucking face and say, “Naw bitch, you wrong! But I was raised better than that, so I smiled and said, “yes ma’am.”
I Have Anger Issues.
My mother was what we called a dope fiend. Her drug of choice was heroin. Today, as a 50-something-year-old man I still can’t imagine my mother as a child, or teenager. She had me when she was only 19 years old, which means she was probably fucking years before I was born. My father, Charles Reese was incarcerated at the time of my birth and I’ve always wondered… did my pop’s have game, or was my mom a little too loose with the pussy?
I know some of you will think this a shitty thing to say, but she allowed the DNA of another human being to be injected into her body. How many other DNA injections had she received before I was conceived?
That man and that woman.
That sperm and that egg.
That exact ovulation cycle.
The odds of me being born into this realm of existence seem immeasurable, but here I am!
Destiny fulfilled… The Universe has spoken.
The Four Women
(Kristen Goodman, Danita Henderson, Tonya Robinson, and Sherri Morales.)
