Motorcity Girl

La Vonne Faith Pope

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• Detroit
• Fiction

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 12 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669846390
• Langue: English

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MOTORCITY GIRL











La Vonne Faith Pope



Copyright © 2022 by La Vonne Faith Pope.

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978-1-6698-4640-6
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978-1-6698-4639-0

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S HOCKED IS THE outcome from her various experiences. For instance at 16, she got in touch with her cousins from Cleveland. Where she was born but raised in Detroit since she was 4, as far as she could remember back when her life began. Anyway, she felt that she was to relate to her cousins at 16 and invite them 2 Detroit and would accommodate them 2 whatever their lil’ hearts could desire. They wanted 2 free-base, take mascaline, smoke weed and drink. So quite naturally, she informed them that she had all that covered. U know how u wanna be that kool cousin. She was. Lol.
So they came up 2 Detroit and she took them over 2 her boyfriend’s place and had already told him what 2 have on hand to entertain her cousins with. He alwayz gave her whatever she asked for. He was a member of YBI, one of the most notorious organizations in Detroit at the time. So he had access to everything even though they were just teenagers, they lived a fast life and so did she. Even though she came from a big family, was the daughter of a Baptist Minister, went 2 church and her daddy took good care of her, she was still livin’ a fast life (without her mom bcuz her daddy got sole custody of her and her sister while they were still very young).
Well she and her sister took their cousins 2 him and his boy’s house and at first they smoked weed and started drinkin the cognac straight. Then they took the mascaline and let that kick in. It was a blast. She felt that the damn mascaline was movin her 2 the upstairs porch 2 get some air. So she walked on2 the upstairs porch 2 find that her cousin was standin there with her boyfriend’s friend talkin. She walked over 2 the edge and fought against her mind (voices) tellin her 2 jump. She bagged all the way up real slow and stayed near the opening 2wards the door til she could overcome that feelin. Her boyfriend came 2 check on her. She assured him that she could hang with what was goin on.
They went in the house and even though she knew that he probably knew, and she knew herself that she had never free-based before, her cousins were ready to engage in that part of the activities so she just agreed and her boyfriend and his boy were setting the bar up 4 it.
One at a time, they sat in the bar stool and took their own fresh boulder of the cocaine rock and put it on the pipe that had the cognac that they were drinkin, inside of it at the bottom of the bowl and hit it. Everybody seemed like they were laid back and cool afterwards so she felt that it would be ok. It was finally her turn so she sat in the high bar stool and allowed them to school her on how to do it. The first time, she choked and started coughing and they laughed at her and said that she wasn’t doin it right. They coached her the next time and when she hit it the way that they had orchestrated to her, she hit it and slowly released the smoke. She felt like she was gonna pass out. She was light-headed and her heart was beating profusely. She said she had to go and lay down so she got down and stumbled to the bedroom. She laid down and was panicking because it felt like her heart was beating thru her head real hard. Her boyfriend came in to check on her and she vaguely heard him telling them that she wasn’t supposed to go to sleep after doing that, that she could die. He was so concerned that he laid down on the bed next to her to talk to her to keep her awake. He was so worried, he really cared for her. He stayed until it wore off and she got up. With the combination of all the drugs and alcohol that they had done that night, it was a wonder that they all didn’t o.d.....
A little time passed and she was introduced to a friend of her’s uncle. He was a dopeman, a little older. She was still 16 and he was 35. He ate her out for a long time everytime they were 2gether and they had sex all nite long, after tooting a large plate of cocaine. After awhile, he started schooling her on the dope game. How to listen out 4 police tires bcuz their tires sounded different from other tires. She never heard him ever cuss or get grim with anyone until one nite he had her 2 meet him at a house across town and while they were chillin’, a lady came 2 the door and he cussed her out real bad, callin’ her bitches and ordering her back out 2 go get his money. She was shocked that her man was not only a dopeman, but also a pimp. She continued 2 see him after that and met up with him one day and he told her not 2 touch the plate that he left in the room with them but once he left she tooted some of the powder on the plate and felt real scared bcuz it made her feel like the whole room had strectched out and she was losing ground. She sat real still til he came back and he knew that she had some and asked her if she bothered it. She told him that she did and how she was feeling. It was heroine. Her man was a heroine addict. It wasn’t long before he began to show the signs so she stopped seeing him.
It was too late though. She began 2 feign 4 crack and started chasing it. It wasn’t long before she began hanging out in crack houses and hanging around addicts and dope dealers who could supply her habit. She stopped going home. The streets became her home and a couple of white girls taught her how to turn tricks. She was warned by them who it was ok 2 go with and who not 2 but she didn’t listen. She was only concerned, just as any addict, 2 get the money so she could continue 2 get high. Her first trick was with an under-cover police officer who was black. After she was warned not 2 go out with anyone who was black nor had police stickers on their cars. He was both but fortunately for her, he told her that his boy was having a stag party b4 he got married and they needed a party girl. When she was left in the hotel room alone with his boy, he gave her the money and told her 2 pretend that they had sex because he wanted 2 remain faithful 2 his fiance’. That was very fortunate for her. Then she was able 2 leave.
There weren’t many times like that 2 lie ahead though. She continued 2 go out and turn tricks on the most known streets for prostitution in Detroit, which was 8 mile, 6 mile, John R, Gratiot and Woodward. She mainly dated white men bcuz they weren’t hard 2 please. Most of them only wanted a head job. They wanted their old nasty dicks sucked. She never could give good head in her opinion bcuz it would always make her gag and throw up. She was no Linda Lovelace but the white guys never complained. They just got their jollies and gave her her money up front. There was a guy who wanted 2 be spanked and she didn’t mind bcuz she looked at this as getting a break. He just yelled “harder,harder” and finally came on the floor of his van btwn. her legs. She kinda enjoyed spankin’ the hell out of him, releasing all of her frustrastions. Then there were homosexual men that just wanted 2 be finger-fucked in his ass real good. She didn’t mind bcuz once again, she looked at that as giving her a break. There weren’t many more breaks after that. She continued turning tricks and grew tired. She lost a lot of weight and looked like something the cat dragged in but these white girls would take her 2 places 2 rest sometimes and get cleaned up. One nite she went on the white side of 8 mile (where blacks were experiencing racism from), thinking maybe she could get a better trick. This white guy picked her up and pulled down a dark street and put a large knife up 2 her neck and forcibly raped her. She was terribly frightened and then relieved once he let her go. She pretended 2 like it which was probably why he let her go. He took her purse and all of her money as well. She rushed 2 get back on the black side of 8 mile and was shaking hysterically but knew that she still had 2 turn another trick in order 2 continue on in her life-style. No one back at the joint that she hung out in was gonna have pity on her just bcuz she was raped. Money talks and bullshit walks. So when she looked up and paid attention, there was another car pulling over 4 her and she got in. This white man had a wad of money on the dash-board and didn’t say one word 2 her. She knew he wanted a head job, just as all the others so she grabbed the money and proceeded 2 do what she always did. She asked him 2 drop her off when they were done near the house that she hung out in and he did. Once she got in2 the house, she told the owner and the white girls what happened and sat down 2 get her drugs and get high. They were interested so that they would have their description and know who 2 look out 4 so that they wouldn’t be raped by him also.