10 months later and it's about that time to spit on this blogger... Man oh man...Where do I start??
I call this-"What Happened to JWood"
What happened to the little girl that always dressed like a little boy. Who always held it down for her niggas? Who cussed out Yah when he wrecked my car, busted down my door, kept my $80 worth of change from the liquor store, and cried like a baby when he died? Where is the girl who was always willing to drive up Midway to get Plu outta some shit he did?
What happened to the round the way girl who was always called JWoo- Humm Dinger, or Wood?? What happened to the girl who everyone adored but they really were afraid to admit it? What happened to the "come in I'll make your breakfast even though you drunk and just got out the club?" What happened to the chick that would cuss out your female friends for asking too many questions about who she was and how she knew you? What happened to me?
What happened to "I'm gonna sew all night long until I fall asleep on my sewing machine?" And what happened to the girl that always split that blunt with you and stayed up all night drinking and talking to you about your girl? What happened to the friend I use to be? What happened to my talent and my vision? What ever happened to me being the down ass chick and not the nagging girlfriend?
What happened to me? I want the old me back. I want to be his friend again. I want to be the grinder and "all I think about is sewing" chick again. Damn did all the fake Nikkas take my sunshine from me.
What I wouldn't give to have Yah in my kitchen drunk with Plu and Diddy and Ricks sitting beside him? What I wouldn't give to witness Snook and P cracking on each other while drinking an "All at Once..." And I would give my last everything if Poopie could be here to joke me about everything. LOL!
Could it be that losing so many people I love, to not only death, but time has somehow altered me? Have I become too sensitive for me?
I was always the friend. And real talk... I just need that back. I don't need to be your girl! I just want to get back to me!
I call this-"What Happened to JWood"
What happened to the little girl that always dressed like a little boy. Who always held it down for her niggas? Who cussed out Yah when he wrecked my car, busted down my door, kept my $80 worth of change from the liquor store, and cried like a baby when he died? Where is the girl who was always willing to drive up Midway to get Plu outta some shit he did?
What happened to the round the way girl who was always called JWoo- Humm Dinger, or Wood?? What happened to the girl who everyone adored but they really were afraid to admit it? What happened to the "come in I'll make your breakfast even though you drunk and just got out the club?" What happened to the chick that would cuss out your female friends for asking too many questions about who she was and how she knew you? What happened to me?
What happened to "I'm gonna sew all night long until I fall asleep on my sewing machine?" And what happened to the girl that always split that blunt with you and stayed up all night drinking and talking to you about your girl? What happened to the friend I use to be? What happened to my talent and my vision? What ever happened to me being the down ass chick and not the nagging girlfriend?
What happened to me? I want the old me back. I want to be his friend again. I want to be the grinder and "all I think about is sewing" chick again. Damn did all the fake Nikkas take my sunshine from me.
What I wouldn't give to have Yah in my kitchen drunk with Plu and Diddy and Ricks sitting beside him? What I wouldn't give to witness Snook and P cracking on each other while drinking an "All at Once..." And I would give my last everything if Poopie could be here to joke me about everything. LOL!
Could it be that losing so many people I love, to not only death, but time has somehow altered me? Have I become too sensitive for me?
I was always the friend. And real talk... I just need that back. I don't need to be your girl! I just want to get back to me!
