My throat hurts like my mother punished me for leaving the chicken in fridge. If that made any sense to myself, I have my own mind back.
These nigga, these homeless niggass, tied my hands and sat me down like a queen in a leather back chair. They speak in that nonsense. Taking off their clothes and bowing down to my feet.
"Mu wa sal yoo mu wa!" there is this short female with her hair to her ears. "Mu wa de popo."
And the men and women put their hands together and beg me in their gribberish tongue. "De popo."
"What...?"
"You and de popo. The popo is everywhere." says the girl. I have to act don't I? I clear my throat, "De popo!"
"De popo!" they cheer. "The popo ain't shit! To hell with the popo!" I yell. "No!" the girl waves her hands. Her hands move to her cheats, "We need de popo! The popo is for us..." she states. She taps her chest with her hand, "They make the bars," she clutches her hands together. "Seal them away!"
"Have you all been to jail?"
"No!" she shakes her head rapid. "Mi name is Diaper. Just wee baby."
"Oh... shit. Um, your name is Diaper?" I am at odds with myself. "Mama called me Dia." her eyes are purely delirious. "We," she gesture to the people behind her. "We need to go up!" This is up. "Up where."
A nigga with average inches stand up. "To de popo!"
"Mama goes to the popo all the time." says the nigga. "They fed her. Put her name in a book." he makes a writing a book gesture. "They know."
"What... what are you looking for?"
"Witnesses!" a woman with her fat stomach half way covering her coochie stands before me. "They keep her from us."
"Are you saying, Besujia... is in jail?"
They all holler, "YES!"
"You want me, to break her out of jail?"
Dia nods quickly, "Get mama out of jail."
"We don't-- we can't call the Elder."
"The Elder?" I am thrown. This isn't even the same century. "Mama's father, Peanut. He has the papers." says Dia. "Brother... tell her." she urges the nigga. He comes forward, "My name is Heckle!" They all have delirious eyes. Heckle has nappy hair and space between his teeth. "We haven't seen mama," he frowns. "He killed her but..." he sobs uncontrollably. "Calm down brother," says Dia but then they both start screaming crying.
Somebody help me.
"I wanna see mama!" yells Heckle. "We will, we will!" Dia wipes his face sloppily. "We need her to point us the way." she points at me and Heckle glares at me. I don't know what happen, my nose bled. He grabs my collar. "Tell us!"
"She knows!" they shout. A hand flashes cross my vision. "Tell us! Get up bitch!"
"What the fuck!"
Heckle throws me to the ground. Dia jumped up and down and the rest join. Heckle starts twitching and bares fangs at me. "Show us!" he kicks me. "Show us the way!"
"Fi mammas sterf pad." the floor is rhythmic. Heckle kicks me. "Zulis!" he spits on me.
"Chá jú popo!" they all bellow. I'm hoist up and guided to the front of the school again. What the fuck is going on?
"Take her to the popo!" screams Heckle.
A vision flashes pass my eyes. Torielle? It looks like Torielle. But she's dressed in black from head to toe. Her hair is tied up into a short ponytail. It hits me...
"Did... Did, Tori send you? Does Tori know you!"
"De popo!" they protest.
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They carry me out the school. There are bodies on the lawn, halfway out the window. I didn't go here, I didn't take classes. How did I get here?
If Tori is doing this shit, why? Fuck that question. My head is pounding. She ran out the house, she kept blaming me for shit. She put... she put... why is it so hard to remember?
Think, think, think... MOKIRI! Mokiri beat her! And then... July... he bit Torielle after she bought that trash bag in the house and it kept moving.
We all had our rooms, but we didn't have enough, and we had to move around. I wanted to go to the church, but July wouldn't let me. Tori kept singing in the new house, and she kept breaking the damn windows. She called the cops on us! We almost got put in the fucking system because of her fat ass! SON OF A BITCH!
She wouldn't stop crying. In the new house we had three bathrooms and Tori went in the half bathroom and slept in it and kept stuffing the rest with tissue!
I'm about to have a heart attack.
SHE BIT JULY AND KEPT LICKING HIM IN HIS SLEEP! Talking shit to Mokiri--TORI IS ANNOYING. She got jelly from refrigerator and smeared it on the beds. So Mokiri woke up with jelly all over her clothes and July stole new shit for us!
She's fucking senseless!
"Fuck her..." I mutter under my breath. "To de popo! To de popo!"
I should have fucking said it when I heard 'popo'. 'You know the popo always watching you Cedrica' WHICH IS MY NAME! And she's like, 'No, Alexis is yo name. Alexis C. McCoy.'
I don't fucking understand!
I don't even think people on the street can see, they are just casually walking and talking. I can't do anything!
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We really made it to a random police station. A police officer come out of the building and rushes back in.
They lower me to the ground. Heckle wraps his arms around my throat. "Yǒu ta! Het kōla hai!"
Background
Officer Narguard: "What the fuck is happening?"
Officer Murillo: Did you hear about a protest?
"Niomo baba mus!"
"De popo!"
Maybe it isn't random at all. Maybe they do know. Like these people might be intelligent!
"Pee! Dit i ai!"
Background
Officer Narguard: We might need to get swat down here. Where did these people come from?
Officer Murillo: Is it a gang?
One of the officers go back inside while the other is on a walkie-talkie. "This should be interesting." Did this nigga just speak English? "You hear me?"
All I do is look at him. "Shootie..."
A gun summons in his left hand and the children follow. "Mo die ma!" they shriek and open fire on the police station. What is happening.
The police rally, a cop comes from the back of the station and shoots one of them in the head.
No one cares and the rest race in the building. My ears hear nothing but gunfire. One of them, I didn't even notice, is Chinese. He jumps to the top of the building and several more carrying somebody jump to the top of the station.
Are they using the vents. Heckle hold the gun to the side of my head. "Do as I say."
"How do you speak english?" I whisper.
"She taught me how to speak... You are not Dareion's."
I look at the pavement. "But I am... like... I'm a baby of God. Like for real..."
"You are a snitch..." he bares his teeth at me. "The misses want to see you."
Ok.