Suzuki’s Life pt 1

Suzuki’s Life
By: 3rd Hawkins
3rdhawkins Publishing

My name is Nikki not Nicole but Nikki Jamison. My friends and everyone knows me by Suzuki. Like the bike but better. I got the name because my mother is half Japanese and I got them chinky sexy eyes. Besides I love motorcycles. I am going to get me one, one day. My father is a black and half a pimp, dead beat dad. I live here in Baltimore Maryland. “The home of the Wire” as they say. My mother and father were like a lot of other young parents; all they chose to do when they was young was party and not be responsible for the child they had. So when I was six weeks old my father left us and decided to move out of Baltimore. My mother started using drugs and eventually gave me away to my aunt. One night late I woke up in the middle of the night and my aunt told my mother to just give up and leave me with her, because she wasn’t giving me the care I needed. My mother told my aunt
“No, this is my child and I’m taking good care of Nikki” she said.
My mother and aunt argued back and forth until my mother tried my aunt Pam; she tried to walk past Aunt Pam and go up the stairs to get me. My aunt pulled my mother down the stairs by her hair and started fighting my mother, because Pam refused to let me go another night not being taken care of the right way. My mother left and never looked back. At this time I was back and forth from DC with my other Aunt Sandra and then back to Baltimore City with my aunt Pam. At a young age I never felt stable so if you ask me where my father is oh, I’m just another piece of shit kid that has a dead beat father for a role model. All I know is that he’s live in Myrtle Beach.
My aunt Pam got real sick from cancer and past away and since she never really adopted me legally my moms got me back. I started getting older and seeing all the tings that a young impressionable kid shouldn’t see. Trust me I have seen it all. Shit life was just fucked up! Baltimore is my home and I love it but I also hate it.
My mother eventually got help and got off the drugs and claimed to be a good Christian woman after that. I mean she seemed like a good mother at the time. She go to them damn meeting all the time and go to church like she live there. She tries to get me to go but that’s just not me. That’s not how Suzuki rolls.
I guess you could say I was loved by my moms and my aunts at different times in my life and the best thing for me was to stay with mother and try and build a relationship.
When my mother was running the streets doing whatever she pleased. I would see her maybe once a month if that.