Broken Home

By Takesha

About the Book
When you come from the bottom, there is really nowhere else to go but up. Still, some people love the bottom. It’s grimy down there—no loyalty and no one thinks for themselves. Many of the people who dwell there operate like sheep, following blindly behind patterns and ideals that lead to destruction. They are negative all the time and never show much happiness because of this. They have no urge for change, no motivation, no aspirations of life—only doom and gloom. Author, Takesha, experienced that environment as a child and always knew that it was something strange about her surroundings. There was a purpose in her life, but she was also abandoned at a young age. She was alone in a house full of family battling betrayal, sexual demons, and having no one to turn to. She always searched for a way out but never knew it was within her. With this book—she delivers a bird’s eye view of many hardships that were only meant to destroy her. She knows that she is both blessed and cursed simultaneously but uses her experiences to triumph.

• Language: English
• Publisher: RoseDog Books
• Release date: Apr 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798886835489

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Chapter 1 - Grandma’s House

The Beginning

I was born in Oklahoma in 1978. My mother was already a mom of two sons, one of which was given up for adoption when born, so I never had a chance to meet him. My mom was thirteen years old when she had him by her stepfather whom I’ve never known. I grew up only knowing I had one brother from my mother. We loved our mother. She was abused, which had a negative result to her and her mother’s relationship (my grandmother). My mom had problems, so she decided to let me, and my brother go and live with our grandmother. It had to be around 1984-85 because drugs and gangs were bad. My grandmother’s house was so small - three beds and one bath.

I still have nightmares about this house at 1427 NE 27th off Fonshill. We used one room as the den. My granny had four of us that lived with her for a long time- three boys and one girl (me). My brother Red took care of me; he was older, so he used to have friends with jobs and it was one crazy House. My brother is gay and has been as long as I can remember. We lived with uncles and aunts who all were on drugs. I never saw my mom except for on holidays. Two of my uncles were gay, so the house was always so confusing. I grew to think certain things were okay like kissing your cousins when they come to spend the night.

Chapter 2- Dun Gee Crip

My Momma Used to Always Say that Her Life was an Open Book

The best time of my day was school. I loved going to pick my friend up and walk to MLK. My best friend at the time was Betty Jo, and we lived right around the corner from each other. She has a lot of sisters and stayed with their dad. Her mom had passed when she was young, so we had somewhat something in common. Our moms weren’t around so I stayed at her house most of the day. I hated to go home, my cousin always stayed at our house. He was older and sold drugs at my grandma’s house. She knew he would pay her, and she kept the dope in her room locked in her closet. My childhood was ruined when I went to stay with my family on Fonshill.

My grandmom Belle was a church going, home cooking, piano playing woman who loved cooking for the pastor and his wife when she was not sleeping with him. I hated this man; he used to look at me as if he was taking off my clothes with his eyes. He was very creepy and his wife was so sweet. We went to their church it seemed like every day and it was deep in the country. However, I found peace singing in the choir. I played the piano also but not for long, and I could never get into my lesson’ thinking about all the things I was going to have to do at home.

I was only ten years old when I learned that Fonshill was a place of darkness for a child and many nights I can recall me as a child staring at the sky, the stars were so bright back then. I would talk to myself while gazing at the moon and stars wondering why I was here at this house and where my mother was. There was always something to see out my window on Fonshill- fights, police, drug busts. We had cable, but this was better and had no commercials. My grandmother used to cook for Bob Davis’s Fish Market on the eastside. She made pies and they would sell out. That woman knew how to bake and cook anything, and she played the piano, so it was a joy to hear my granny play the piano.

Now I had my cousins staying there with us at the house. Their mom was on drugs as well in the eighties. My cousin Tee was a year or two older than my brother. He was my granny’s favorite. She always called him when she wanted her water, he was the only one to give her a clean cup, we would always just fill it back up with ice and water. He would wash her cup. She had a giant mug with a handle on it. My granny kept a lot of pills in her drawer so she was sickly I guess but you couldn’t tell at all because she was a feisty ass woman.

Then there was my cousin Joseph. He was from Spencer, Oklahoma and was my aunt’s oldest son.  He used to sell drugs out of our house next door. You see, my granny had two houses right next door to each other and before my cousin Joseph was there selling, it was my Uncle Pinky. He was the playa of the family. He was my favorite uncle on my mom’s side. He always looked out for me even as an adult. He was the best mechanic in Oklahoma; in my head, hell he could make a box drivable. He was that good and had plenty of women.  Then there was my Uncle Zake, another one of my favorites. He was my mom’s baby brother, and he was the one that stole everyone’s drugs