a black pulp flash fiction joint about being black and homeless in amerikkka by DuVay Knox

DIARY OF A HOMELESS NIGGA

a black pulp flash fiction joint about being black and homeless in amerikkka

Lemme tell U sumpen: when you outcheah Homeless and Sleepin on these streets you betta be careful….

Trying to push up on sumpen to eat.

Cuz being hungry AND homeless is a bitch.

I memba one time it was 2am in the mornin.

A Weekend.

I was in Yuba California.

Where da SUN dont NEVER shine when its raining.

Thats where they got that big ass Air Force base at.

It was raining like it is now.

And I hate when its raining when Im looking for FOOD.

Cuz U gotta look in dem Dumpsters and when its raining dat make da food all soggy n shit.

I caint eat dat shit.

I mite be hungry BUTT I aint THAT muthafuckin Desperate.

Knowutimean?

Butt anyway I saw this Nigga cumming outta a fast-food joint wit his bag of food.

So I hit em up:

Scuse me Brotha?

I was tryna to be polite n shit knowing dam well I wanted to SNATCH dat muthafuckin hamburger out dat Nigga hand and HAUL ASS at a Zig Zag Angle case da Nigga started shootin afta mee.

Nah mayne I caint help you.

Rite? Nigga knew what I wanted just by the way I looked: homeless and hungry as a muthafucka.

Nigga cut me off.

He wasnt feeling it.

Didnt wanna be Bothered n shit.

But fuck him.

I was starving so bad I knew mah stomach was touching mah back.

So I asked dat Nigga for a bite of his sammich.

Just like dat.

That Nigga was like:

I tole U I caint help U Nigga. Now git da Fuck away from me!!

And kept walkin to his car.

I started to ask dat Nigga again — butt I fell back.

And even tho I was hungry enuff to eat mah own Fingaz I aint want no trouble.

Cuz I done seent Niggaz git killed for less.

And I be dammed if I die on an empty stomack.

I left dat Nigga alone n went on bout mah bizness.

Butt I wind up going in this lil cornah sto — and stole a dried up PALMEGRANIT n a kan of boneless sardines soon as da manager took his eyes off mee.

Da Palmegranit had a STAMP on it.

Took mah ass on back to da BOX I was living in behind this furniture store.

Rite?

Popped open dem kan of sardines n inhaled dem shits I was so hungry.

Whudden no chewing involved.

Peeled mah old ass palmegranit.

And ate dem lil seeds off dat paper skin one by one.

I wanted to enjoy dat shit to the last drop of juice dat was in each one.

Then I ate da PEEL too-Nigga.

I wanted dat shit to last-mane!!

— end —

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