"I'm pregnant," said a young teen girl only the age of 16. As she started to cry she picked up her phone to call a man around the age of 67. When he answers she says," H-hey Carter I have something to tell you... I'm pregnant and the baby's yours." He immediately hung up in her face and blocked her as when she tried to call him back the call wouldn't go through. she was devastated and started crying as she started to think of how she would tell her parents that she's pregnant by her 67 year old sugar daddy who thinks she's 18 but doesn't know that she's really just a youg simple child. She sat in her room and just cried until she finally made a decision to go to Carter's job. When she got their she told him to give her some money so that she could give birth to a healthy baby and he said," NO you dirty slut I don't even know if the baby is mine." They go back and forth for five minutes until he slaps her and pushes her to the ground, she sits there crying and says," The least you can do for me is take me to get an abortion." He agrees and they get the baby aborted and they never talked again.

The Angel of Death shows up in front of me as I slowly die with the pain I felt leaving my body. It tall with wings made of pure white pearls, each pearl holding a beautiful soul. It has long blonde hair that curly at the ends reaching down to her shoulders and hazel green eyes. It calls my name drawing me in closer and as I get closer it's beauty starts to fade as it starts to turn into myself I walk closer trying to figure out why I look like that. I get closer and the closer I get it loses its wings and it's skin turns a mesh grey with dark black greasy long hair with the face turning into something hideous, by the time I realize what it is ad where I'll end up going with it it's too late and I'm snatched by it and taken to the depth of hell.

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long. From a young age I was told to be careful what I do and how I do, being a black man in America makes you feel like you’re in danger at all times and every day, hour, minute, second, and breathe is blessing. I think I’ve lived too long to not feel comfortable as me to be comfortable living because even though I know I’m in danger to everyone else I’m the dangerous one. I think I’ve lived too long because I’ve had success which isn’t expected of someone of my dark skin. I think I’ve lived to long and I think it’s only a matter of time before my too long life becomes a too short life, a life filled with what ifs and maybe if I did. I think I’ve lived too long but I haven’t lived long enough. @Famewriter