*****A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with a new chapter! Sorry for the long wait! I've been working on my other stories and my drawing skills lately! Check out my other stories and my art as well! My name is Number1dbzgal on deviantart so check me out! :) and like always..

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~Number1dbzgal/The_Wokeblackgoddess

Poem

"I feel"

I feel so empty inside

I feel like I just died

I feel broken

I feel like no one's gonna care about the words I've spoken

I feel so numb that I can't even cry

All I feel is this pain of blood dripping down my thigh

Why can't I just die?

I feel so bad

I feel like the day this pain ends is the day that I'll be glad

I feel without purpose

I feel like my life is completely worthless

I feel lost

Would you come for me no matter the cost?

I feel hurt

I feel as used as a worn out shirt

I feel my heart shatter

I feel as if I were curtains that tattered

Chapter 2

Jazmine looked in the mirror and cried. She didn't think she was pretty at all. Sure she had light skin but her hair wouldn't stay straight like she wanted. She couldn't understand why she didn't look more like her mother who was white with straight hair. She felt so ugly and worst of all her crush rejected her because he didn't find her attractive at all.

She rubbed her eyes and sniffled. "Figures, I shoulda known I wasn't good enough for him. I'm not even pretty," she sighed laying down on her bed sobbing on her pillow.

"Sweetie? Are you alright?" Tom asked through the door.

The teenage girl began wiping away her tears. She took a quick deep breath so she could sound somewhat normal. "Yes dad! I'm alright!" she shouted trying her best to sound believable through the door. Her parents checked in on her occasionally. Her mother tried to talk to her but she just didn't feel comfortable telling her mother that she was rejected by someone who didn't like her because of her skin color. She knew that if she was white Phil would like her and that's the part that killed her.

Tom frowned he could tell something was wrong with his daughter. She hadn't left her room all weekend. Not even for ice cream which she loved. "Alright baby let me know if you wanna talk. Your mother and I will be here," he said walking away from his daughter's door. The lawyer cared very deeply about his daughter and would be darned if anyone upset her. He left his house and walked over to the Freemans as he always did to talk to Robert. "How do I get her to talk to me Robert? I talked it over with Sarah and she won't even talk to her about it," he said.

Robert sat across from Tom who was sitting on his couch begging for advice. "Look I don't know what to tell you. She probably got her heart broken by a boy or something," he shrugged, not really caring too much about the situation. He always got annoyed when Tom came over because he would always bring his problems with him.

Tom looked up at Robert his eyes full of worry, "You really think that's what it is?" he asked.

Granddad sighed pushing his glasses up on his face, "I don't know Tom," he said honestly. "It could be. You say she's not talking to Sarah or you for that matter so just give her some time and eventually she'll open up or not. If she chooses not to you just have to respect that and tell her that you'll be there for her if she needs to get something off of her chest."

The lawyer's eyes widened him smiling with relief, "Wow that's some pretty good advice Robert, thank you," he said as he stood up.

The old man smiled slightly, "Well I did have a daughter," he said sadly remembering his little girl. He missed his daughter so much. When his wife died all he had left to remind him of her was his sweet little girl and when she was gone he was left with the boys. It made him sad most days but he knew he had to be strong from his grandsons. Robert stood to walk Tom out the door.

"Well I'll see you Robert," Tom said smiling before exiting the door.

"See you Tom," he said closing the door but just before he could Tom stopped him.

"Okay so I know you said for me to wait for her to come talk to me but do you think you could have Huey talk to her? I know they used to be friends when they were little. Please Robert? Please?" The man begged.

Granddad raised a brow his left eye twitching looking at his neighbor in annoyance he sighed, "Fine Tom just go home!" he shouted at the man frustrated he wouldn't leave. Also he could've sworn Tom had tears in his eyes. Ugh this guy is so annoying when he gets like this.

"Oh thank you Robert! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Tom cried.

The old man grumbled 'no problem' and then proceeded to slam the door in Tom's face. He got so annoyed with him. He understood that Tom had issues and he was willing to help with them but damnit he had issues of his own and a life of his own to live too. Speaking of issues… "Huueeey! Bring your ass down here!" he shouted.

"Coming!" the young teen shouted back. "Yes?"

Robert looked at his grandson, "Look I need you to check in on Jazmine to see how she's doing Tom and Sarah are worried about her because she won't leave her room so if you could talk to her that would be great," he said.

The young revolutionary frowned he really didn't want to talk to her but he knew why she was upset, "Why me? Why not Riley?" he asked.

Grandad glared at his grandson, "Because Tom asked me to ask you and because you were really close to her when y'all were little that's why boy!"

Hue rolled his eyes and sighed, "Alright grandad," he said as he turned to go upstairs to his room. He didn't understand why he was being dragged into this. It didn't have anything to do with him sure they used to be friends but he hadn't spoken to her as a friend in years.

Five years ago…

Huey was laying on his back looking towards the sky full of clouds his arms tucked underneath of his head and neck supporting them. He closed his eyes and began breathing heavily, taking in the sweet musk of the wildlife that surrounded him. It was things like this that helped him clear his head of thoughts that became crowded. He felt the light breeze of the wind against his skin the lush green grass dancing in it tickling his arms he remained still taking in deep breaths. His body was completely calm and relaxed until he heard footsteps.

"Huey?" said a female voice.

He sighed, "Yes Jazmine?"

She smiled, "I was looking for you Mr. Freeman said you might be here," she explained.

The boy sat up turning to look at her and shocked to his suprise the girl's hair was no longer in the big curly pigtails she once had. Her hair was down her back and bone straight. He got up from the ground and walked over to her, "What's with the hair?" he asked.

Her smile widened, "You like it? My hair is so long and straight I love it!" she said.

"Why?" Huey asked.

She snorted, "Don't take offense to this Huey but afros are disgusting like you can't wash your hair and the curls are frizzy going in every direction. Having straight hair is more neat and clean," she said proudly.

He raised a brow, "Well 1. you actually can wash it if you part and section the hair vs as trying to put shampoo on the hair otherwise you'll mat the hair causing you not to be able to reach your scalp. 2. You have an afro Jazmine," he said.

The girl shot him a glare, "I do not have an afro!" she shouted. "They're ugly!"

"So my hair is ugly?" he challenged.

"Yes! It's big and poofy and gross!" she shouted.

Huey took a deep breath, he knew what he was about to say may come off to here as a little harsh but he felt she needed to hear it, "Okay look you're being ridiculous! There's nothing wrong with my hair and there's nothing wrong with yours so I fail to see the reason why you favor straight hair over an afro. I understand your mom is white and all that but you have to understand that you're different than she is! Like yeah that's your mom but you're not white Jazmine! You are a black girl because why your dad is black and so therefore you are black there isn't anything you can do to change that! So you can straighten your hair as much as you want to but you have to understand that they will never see you as one of them!"

She sniffled the tears forming in her eyes as she wheezed, "You- you are so mean!" she shouted.

He frowned. He didn't mean to make her cry, "Look Jazmine I-," He tried to touch her shoulder but she jerked away from him.

She shot him a glare so fierce that it caused him to step back, "Don't touch me!" she shouted. "How dare you try to school me about my life when you don't even have one? Huh!? I mean you don't even have a mom or dad so why are you so worried about mine!" and after said that she immediately covered her mouth but it was too late. "Huey I'm so sorry," she tried but it was too late and the damage was done.

The boy was silent his eyes were cold and emotionless his body was as stiff as ice. He walked past her like he didn't even see her his fists balled up so tight his knuckles were turning pale. He swore that was the last day he would talk to her.

Present day…

He laid on his bed thinking about what happened that day and how upset he was. Like sure he was a kid when it happened and he was serious about not talking to her but that for some reason seemed impossible. Jazmine would always find some way to talk to him even if it was small talk but he never really talked to her like how he used to. This would be opening up things all over again between them and that was something he really didn't want to do. He sighed, "Well I guess I have to talk to her tomorrow," he said grabbing his stuff to take a shower. He made his way out of his room to the bathroom. On the other side of the hall Riley was also headed towards the bathroom. The two boys looked at each other and then the bathroom before running towards it.

"Oh hell naw nigga I'm gonna take a shower first!" Riley shouted trying to push his older brother out of the way.

Huey grabbed his brother by his braids and kneed him in the stomach cause him to fall to the ground clutching his stomach coughing. Riley stepped over his brother making his way into the bathroom but before he had a chance to set his stuff down Riley grabbed his ankles forcing him to the ground, "Oof!" he shouted.

"Hahaha! Yeah Nigga!" the younger brother said standing up still clutching his stomach.

Huey glared at his brother from the ground. He placed his hands on each side of his head arching his back up and then leaning back to push his legs up before pushing himself off the ground landing on his feet, "Riley I'm not in the mood for this," he said.

"I don't give a fuck what you in the mood for nigga I'm tryna get in the damn bathroom!" he shouted walking towards his brother.

The afro haired teen lifted his leg up high kicking his brother hard in his chest sending him flying against the wall. He put his stuff down in the bathroom and then closed the door making sure he locked it behind him.

"Damn nigga!" Riley coughed on the other side of the door as he remained on the floor.

****A/N: That's it for now you guys! Tell me what you think down in the comments. Like/Favorite/subscribe/Follow. Also don't forget to check out my other stories I do have more on the way just bare with me and I'll see you in the next chapter!

I wanna take this time to say Rest in Power to John Whitherspoon who voice acted for Grandad/Robert Freeman...can I just say that his death was untimely and I honestly can't believe it I watched him play Pops in the movie Friday with the rapper Ice Cube and the Comedian Chris Tucker and again in the 90s TV comedy show The Wayans Bros. as he starred with so many other talented actors Shawn and Marlon Wayan...he will forever be Pops/Grandad….I also wanna take this time to say Rest in Power To basketball star Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gigi Bryant as well as the others who lost their lives in that helicopter crash weeks ago...Life is too short you guys...please treasure your loved ones and hold onto them please anything can happen so please keep them close and hold them tight because they could be gone just like that...