Tiffany: “Yes, I did. Yes I did.”It’d be like two dirty dishes that my sister had put in the
sink after I’d washed the dishes. She’d just light my ass up.
When I was like ten or eleven, she would send me to
school with all kinds of problems, like a busted lip or cuts
or whatever. ͳey’d call her up to school to get me, and the
teacher’s like:
Teacher: “Why’s Tiĉany’s lip busted? What’s going on
with Tiffany? Did she have a fight or something?”I didn’t say anything. When the teacher asked me, I just
didn’t say shit.
Mom: “She’s mne. She’s mne. You know kids is clumsy.
She just clumsy.”ͳen my mom started beating me on the bottom of my
feet. I don’t know if you ever been hit on the bottom of your
feet, but you feel that through your whole body. You always
pee on yourself, when somebody beats you on the bottom of
your feet. Nobody should do that.
ͳen she became a super-crazy Jehovah’s Witness,
where she would talk about sex and then she’d be like, “We
got to read the Bible now.” One minute she’d be reading
Bible scriptures, and you’d be feeling good and comfortable.
And the next thing you know, she’s snatching you by your
hair, yelling, “Go wash these goddam dishes!” Go do this or