by Cheryl Burger

Created on: February 06, 2009

My name is Sassy, and I come from my Ma-ma is what I tell ya. If you don't like that answer, then ya know how I got my name. My time here in this short life has been harder than the farmers droughted soil waitin`to be planted. So I has some stuff I need to speak with ya about, since I have no finished social commin's up. But ya only has a couple of minutes to gets to know me. So lets get goin`! Some says they don't likes my name, and I just tells them I don't like them either, and I runs away!

"My ma-ma told me, girls is supposed to be pretty and do as they is told. Is this true?" "And if they real good they make lots of money and takes care of their ma-ma's is this for real?" "Does it really matter how a lady speaks and stuff like, the way she smells and dresses?" " Like when she wears her hair tight like a hoochy, and those fishnet stockins makes them legs look like some fisher-mens dreamin's, hee-hee!" "Why I was bendin my ear once, and I heard this fine looking gent tellin` his friend he liked when his girl wore no stockin's, so he could feel her soft, velvet skin high on her thigh underneath her skirt." I blushed, and shut my eyes cause it hurt my ears to hear such a thing. "Why I am only twelve ya know."

"I know ya ain't gonna answer my questions because ya thinks I'm crazy. That's OK, cause if you has been where I has, you would be too for sure! I need to tell ya a bit more if ya wants to hear more? Well do ya? My Ma-ma was a fine woman, and onced I saw her commin` home late and tired. She asked me if I ate. I told her, "Some." My belly was aching with pangs, and soundin off the same. She heard a growl, and told me not to mess with her, I better be eatin whilst she be workin`. I told her not to worry about me I was big enough to handle myself, and she said your so Sassy. I told her that's my name, what's your game and she came straight across that room and threw her arm around with her and her skinny hand slappin my tiny face so hard, it left her print on it fer just about a week or so. I hid inside, till it went down and I told my teacher it was a branch done hit my cheek while climbin my tree. The next thing ya know I don't know where my Ma went to. Just like that she was just gone, why? After all I am only twelve.

They took me before this big fat old man, in a black mourning gown, and he had a hammer, and told the lady to place me in that home for about a month, till my Ma could repent and know her wrongs. All she did was try to mend my mouth. She named me Sassy, so I thought I had to be so. Now I stand before ya, and ask ya once again, are ya gonna answer my questions? I have to go now, but I will be back for certain. That man that hurt me more than Ma, is here to hurt me again ,and I have to listen to him or he tells me my Ma won't never gets me back. I be good to him, real good, but he hurts me so. Tells me to lay there and be still, so I bites the piller, and I prays like granny used to teach me before she went to her place up in heaven. I wish she was still here I felt so safe with her. That's a nice feelin, feelin` safe and warm. Does my Ma know that she has to comes back to me, cause this just ain't right, I knows it ain't. But she is just plain gone. "Where?" "Does anyone know? Please,I am only twelve ya know?"

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