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BABIES HAVING BABIES (a walk through the hoods and ghetto)

What you are about to read is a true writing on my life as a young poor African American boy growing up in the hood and ghetto.let us take a short walk down the street of the hoods and ghetto of my childhood in California.what I saw happening to teenage girls.in poor neighborhoods people are trying to survive on a day to day basis.Those who have and those who have not.As a teen,a county check was a ticket out the hood or ghetto for young girls,selling drugs was a ticket out the hood or ghetto for a young boy.a young girl get pregnant by a grown man because that man had a home.you see it a lot with those ballers,nice car,nice apartment on the borderline of the hoods and ghetto,these guys were college students with middle school baby mama's,us regular boys couldn't compete with them.I remember in middle school sitting on a girl I liked front porch name "netha",she liked me too,because she lived two neighborhoods away from me and would come to visit me.when she did visit she would pick out clothes for sammy to wear, and help me write material,it was an escape for her for a moment.one day I was visiting netha,we were sitting on her front porch and a man drove up in a truck, his age about close to thirty,he asked me what I was doing with his woman,I am like a eighth grader at the time,netha told the man I was her friend,the man start yelling "tell that lil n**ga I am your boyfriend!" netha mom came out the house told netha to go in the house and me to go home,the man get in truck and drive away very angry.in high school a girl in my class was the mother of a walking and talking two-year old,she would bring her son to class,her name was Mona,I used to talk with Mona until I found out she had a two year old.a girl named "chontia" had four kids in high school she would brag about how fat her county check was,chontia dressed in hood high fashion like fubu,puma,LV,etc,but her children did not,I remember chontia was nine months pregnant and I saw a drug dealer was rubbing chontia pregnant belly saying "my future customer" and chontia could not stop laughing.The good bible thumpers would always come down to the hood to tell you about themselves and how they made it out.some people made incarceration their home,a bed,a meal and a roof over their heads.being poor is not a handicap,when I was a young teen Baldwin hills California was like where the successful middle class lived,I remember me and my friend name Rome meet some girls and they invited us to visit them at their home in Baldwin hills,they were stuck up African American girls that had parents that had good jobs,these African American girls didn't talk like me and Rome,they talk like "valley girls" like totally! and dude! and rad!.when the visit was over,on the way back home Rome said to me "dam! my n'word I got to turn in my player card"I said to Rome,"no if you are ghetto be ghetto,never forget where you come from".
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