loved me or liked to spend time with me or dance with me.
That was just to make her shine.
My auntie Mary, she would do my hair. She would sing
songs with me and stuĉ, but that was because she was
rehearsing for her own thing. She’d be like, “Now, you do
backups.”
Now that I think about it, she was teaching me about
music and performing, but really that was her getting ready
for her own shit. It wasn’t about me. It was about her
looking good.
I didn’t get much from my family, so I tried to be a
gangbanger. But they wouldn’t let me gangbang.
When I was a foster kid, I would have to walk through
the gang hoods to get to the bus stop. I used to try to holla
at all of them. I wanted to be in the gang, because I felt like
then I’d be a part of something.
And I’d have me a man. Every gangbanger girl got a
gangbanger boyfriend. You had somebody, that’s what I
wanted.
But it didn’t work out like that. I couldn’t get into the
gang.
Gangbanger: “You too cute. You gonna be something
one day. You can come and kick it, but you can’t
gangbang with us. If you want a drink or something,
you can have a drink.”Tiffany: “I don’t drink.”