she had to bury her child.

She had to bury her child. He was 7 pounds 3 ounces, head full of curly black hair with a smile on his face since he came out the womb. He was from the hood but not for the hood, moms had him shipped out of city limits for school since he started pre-k. Yea, he played with the neighborhood boys but he never got involved with the games they played (street wise) He just wanted to make it out for his family, like a lot of young men, he had sports dreams.
She was born in the early hours of March 12, 1995. Beautiful baby girl, those were the first words her mom used when the doctor put her on her chest. She grew up in the city of no secrets and danger, it intrigued her but at the same time, and it scared her. She was a smart girl, top of her class and a cheerleader on varsity. Her mother always taught her that all dreams can be turned into reality with just time and lots of hard work and dedication.
He had a girlfriend, unlike himself; she was from the hood and for the hood. We think that’s why he liked her so much; she was different from all the girls at his school. They were young but they felt like their love and bond was strong enough to go thru anything. He came home from school early, he wasn’t feeling well. A part of him wanted nothing more than to be near his girl but he couldn’t find her.
She never really cared too much for the guys from around her way; she knew that they were more trouble than pleasure so she stayed away. So she thought. Whoever knew they’d catch her while walking home from cheer practice. Being the nice girl she was, she conversed with them because she knew their faces from around her house. The last thing she thought was that those would be the last faces she’d see.
He called his girlfriend, multiple times. Knowing she didn’t go to school that day, he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t answering until he seen her pull up in front of her house, in the car with another dude. Dude looked him square in the eye, as if he knew what he’d just done. Her face was blank. She was caught. Unable to move, she stayed in the car as she looked at her boyfriend look at her.
All she could do was sit and recite her cheers in her head while they drove her to who knows where; she was blind folded and in the back of what seemed to be a van of some kind. She cried, asked them to please let her go. “You one of those bougie broads, you think you too good for a city nigga huh?” she had no idea what he meant by that, she was FROM the city, born and raised. She silently prayed, the van stopped. They yanked her bag off her, she shivered. Unable to hold back anymore, she broke down and begged them to let her go.
She got out the car and tried to keep her composure as she walked up to her door step, seeing her boyfriend sitting there, visibly hurt, she didn’t know what to say or do. Dude was still in the car, parked where he’d pulled up at. Wondering why he hadn’t drove off; Dude sat there and looked with a smirk on his face. HE asked her why he was still there, she didn’t know why. He wasn’t a fighter but this was plain disrespect, but his beef was with his girlfriend, not dude. They argued, dude sat, watched and chuckled. They went in her house, they argued more and more. HE wasn’t the type to hit a female so he walked out, he wanted to go home.
They didn’t let her go; they dragged her in the house. She screamed but her screams were muffled by the rag tied around her face. She felt someone touch her leg, she kicked. The next thing she knew, her face was burning, and someone had a lighter and was burning her skin. “you still too good for us?” she cried, she could barely breathe, she felt a hand go up her leg, she kicked, this time she felt a blow to her face. Unable to cry because it hurt that bad, she silently prayed for god to just take her now. She felt a hand on her panties, she kicked. BOOM! Another blow to the face.
He walked out her house, slammed the door. He was moreorless hurt by what she had just told him so he didn’t pay attention to the fact that dude was still sitting there watching. He looked up, tears in his eyes, he was stuck. Two men came from around the car, and the driver got out. He wasn’t a punk but he wasn’t a fool neither. He tried to turn around and run, one to his left leg, no more football. He still tried to run, he felt burning in his lower back. He fell to the ground, a female voice said “turn over” he knew the voice, he turned and seen her face, in her hand was a gun, 9mm. Behind her stood the three dudes. “You said you’ll never leave me, I love you, I messed up but I LOVE YOU” before he could mutter a reply, he woke up in a place he had only heard about in church.
“Another tragedy in the city of Compton tonight”, said the news lady. “A 17 year old female was found badly beaten, burned and raped tonight in an abandon house on the 1100 block of Amsterdam ave. The victim name has not been released yet because authorities are still looking into the brutal killing.” “Authorities say the young girl was last seen walking home from school when she was approached by a group of young men, authorities do not have any suspects in custody at the time , if you have any information about this killing please call your local police department.”
“My son wanted to be a professional athlete; he was a talented, loving young man. Everyone who came in contact with him would say the same. These senseless murders have to stop, my son wasn’t hurting anyone, and he didn’t deserve this. If you know anything about who did this to my baby, PLEASE contact the police, justice must be served.” News reporter: “as you can see, this has been a terrible loss for the family of this young man, he is said to had wanted to be in the pro’s, he recently got his first letter from college, he was known as a happy, helping young man. His girlfriend is actually wanted for questioning so if you have any information, please contact authorities.” She had to bury her child.