To say I got in trouble would be a lie. When mama found out what happened. She went to go have a talk with the lady who’s children I watched daily. She made me stay at home but I looked out my window and from the way she was throwing her hands around and yelling I knew old girl was getting the best my mama had to give.
She was mad and even more upset that she couldn’t put her hands on the grown ass man that put hands on me. I was just glad she couldn’t. I needed my mama, She was more good to me here than in jail.
The next day I woke up feeling energized. I had fought a grown man. And he hit me, he really did but I had beat his ass and had him running from little bitty ole me. I came to the conclusion that either I was a bad bitch or he was just bitch made. Not that it really mattered that lil fight yesterday gave me the confidence I needed to face my bus problem.