Post by CarolinaCutie on Oct 24, 2003 1:00:19 GMT -4
[glow=yellow,2,300]Thankx, Peaches! ;D[/glow]
W’sup. My name is Stacie and I’m a single adoptive mother to my cousin’s 4-year-old son, Javon. I’ve kept Javon in my home since he was one years old so he wouldn’t be turned over to the state and placed into foster care. But while he has been in my care, I’ve always taught him to love and respect his mother.
I’m sure that by now, you may be wonderin’ why I’m carin’ for a child that’s not even mine, but it’s like this:
For one…my cousin, Gayle, got on that drug isht right after givin’ birth to Javon and neglected to care for him although she loves him dearly. This is evident by her constant calls to either ask about or talk to him when I’m not able to take him to see her in the correctional facility where she will remain for the next fifteen years for armed robbery. She’s already served one year of her sentence. It pains me each time Javon and I have to leave when we go to visit her because of the guilt and pain that’s shown on her face. I tell her to try not to worry about him because I will take care of him with my life. But I know that’s easier said than done.
Secondly, I chose to care for Javon so that I would have somethin’ to love me back in return. When I was younger, I had made a name for myself with the guys in school. While I could give all kinds of excuses for why I chose this type of behavior, I’m not gonna take that cowardly route. The fact is, I craved attention from the opposite sex and I thought that this was the way to do it. However, when I met the one true love of my life, Markeith, I was shown the right way to go which is why I up and moved from the south to the north with him after he had been offered a good job right out of high school.
The first five years that we lived together was pure heaven until it turned into hell when he was gunned down on his way home from work one night by a young, punk@$$ gang member who was takin’ part in an initiation. I immediately moved down to Baltimore to live with Gayle because I couldn’t deal with the memories of Markeith’s murder. But, the last I heard, his murderer was given life in prison without parole.
I tried goin’ out with a few dudes to ease the pain that I felt ova losin’ Markeith, once I moved in with my cousin, but I found myself revertin’ back to my old ways. When I noticed this happenin’, I decided to put all of my time and energy into workin’ at several temp agencies so that I could save up some money to get a place of my own.
After a few months of livin’ with Gayle, she hooked me up with a job at an upscale strip club in the DC area called The Ballas Playground, that two friends of hers worked in as a stripper and bartender. My first reaction was one of anger when I asked my cousin if she was stupid for suggestin’ that I work in a place like that. However, she told me that the position open was for a waitress and that I wouldn’t have to worry about wearin’ skanky outfits; that was only for the strippers. I was still hesitant about workin’ in an environment like this, but after meetin’ with the owner and bein’ shown around, I felt like I could handle it. Plus the hours had worked out great for me as far as spendin’ time with Javon once I had gained custody of him. My work hours would be Wednesday through Saturday nights, which meant I would still be able to drop him off at preschool and take him to his favorite places.
Durin’ the nights that I worked, my neighbor and close friend, Neicy watched him for me. She and Javon have kept me goin’ when I felt like I wanted to throw the towel in.
It’s been three years since I’ve been at The Ballas Playground and I must say that the cash I receive in tips alone is always decent. It has helped me to take care of Javon as well as pursue my dreams of bein’ a rapper/singer; somethin’ that my mother used to always tell me would be a waste of my time when I told her that this was what I wanted to be when I was growin’ up. She wanted me to be like my younger sister who was an accountant. But a 9-to-5 has neva been my thing.
Anyway, I’ve been able to pay for my demos and a few of my songs have been put on underground mix tapes throughout the area. I’ve even chose a stage name for myself once I make it big. It’s gonna be X-Stacie because when I was growin’ up, one of my favorite singers was Stacie Q! That girl was the bomb and I hope to follow in her footsteps! Anyway, now that you’ve found out who I am, here’s my story…
XStacey Jones
[glow=red,2,300]”Maybe if you could walk a mile in my shoes/You would feel all the things that I go through/And then you tell me what you would do/To try to make your dreams come true”
—Fundisha: Live the Life[/glow]
—Fundisha: Live the Life[/glow]
W’sup. My name is Stacie and I’m a single adoptive mother to my cousin’s 4-year-old son, Javon. I’ve kept Javon in my home since he was one years old so he wouldn’t be turned over to the state and placed into foster care. But while he has been in my care, I’ve always taught him to love and respect his mother.
I’m sure that by now, you may be wonderin’ why I’m carin’ for a child that’s not even mine, but it’s like this:
For one…my cousin, Gayle, got on that drug isht right after givin’ birth to Javon and neglected to care for him although she loves him dearly. This is evident by her constant calls to either ask about or talk to him when I’m not able to take him to see her in the correctional facility where she will remain for the next fifteen years for armed robbery. She’s already served one year of her sentence. It pains me each time Javon and I have to leave when we go to visit her because of the guilt and pain that’s shown on her face. I tell her to try not to worry about him because I will take care of him with my life. But I know that’s easier said than done.
Secondly, I chose to care for Javon so that I would have somethin’ to love me back in return. When I was younger, I had made a name for myself with the guys in school. While I could give all kinds of excuses for why I chose this type of behavior, I’m not gonna take that cowardly route. The fact is, I craved attention from the opposite sex and I thought that this was the way to do it. However, when I met the one true love of my life, Markeith, I was shown the right way to go which is why I up and moved from the south to the north with him after he had been offered a good job right out of high school.
The first five years that we lived together was pure heaven until it turned into hell when he was gunned down on his way home from work one night by a young, punk@$$ gang member who was takin’ part in an initiation. I immediately moved down to Baltimore to live with Gayle because I couldn’t deal with the memories of Markeith’s murder. But, the last I heard, his murderer was given life in prison without parole.
I tried goin’ out with a few dudes to ease the pain that I felt ova losin’ Markeith, once I moved in with my cousin, but I found myself revertin’ back to my old ways. When I noticed this happenin’, I decided to put all of my time and energy into workin’ at several temp agencies so that I could save up some money to get a place of my own.
After a few months of livin’ with Gayle, she hooked me up with a job at an upscale strip club in the DC area called The Ballas Playground, that two friends of hers worked in as a stripper and bartender. My first reaction was one of anger when I asked my cousin if she was stupid for suggestin’ that I work in a place like that. However, she told me that the position open was for a waitress and that I wouldn’t have to worry about wearin’ skanky outfits; that was only for the strippers. I was still hesitant about workin’ in an environment like this, but after meetin’ with the owner and bein’ shown around, I felt like I could handle it. Plus the hours had worked out great for me as far as spendin’ time with Javon once I had gained custody of him. My work hours would be Wednesday through Saturday nights, which meant I would still be able to drop him off at preschool and take him to his favorite places.
Durin’ the nights that I worked, my neighbor and close friend, Neicy watched him for me. She and Javon have kept me goin’ when I felt like I wanted to throw the towel in.
It’s been three years since I’ve been at The Ballas Playground and I must say that the cash I receive in tips alone is always decent. It has helped me to take care of Javon as well as pursue my dreams of bein’ a rapper/singer; somethin’ that my mother used to always tell me would be a waste of my time when I told her that this was what I wanted to be when I was growin’ up. She wanted me to be like my younger sister who was an accountant. But a 9-to-5 has neva been my thing.
Anyway, I’ve been able to pay for my demos and a few of my songs have been put on underground mix tapes throughout the area. I’ve even chose a stage name for myself once I make it big. It’s gonna be X-Stacie because when I was growin’ up, one of my favorite singers was Stacie Q! That girl was the bomb and I hope to follow in her footsteps! Anyway, now that you’ve found out who I am, here’s my story…
as Dru Hill who juss rolled up in the spot!”, the DJ, Kool Keith, shouted just as he was about to announce the next strip act to come out on stage. 
