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    Ghetto University
    Ghetto University
    Ghetto University
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    Ghetto University

    By Mimi Tribeca

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    Jasmine DeFleur begins senior classes by admitting her shortcomings while soberly awaking in jail. As a reader you go on an emotional journey from city to city and from man to man as she searches to find love, define herself, achieve the American dream, and graduate from our meager beginnings life lesson classes, here at hip-hops Ghetto University.
    Here father is an estranged pastor and her mother is an overtime working LPN. They miss key notes in Jazzys life due to divorce. Here at GU it is our duty to make sure homes stay as a "menage casser" because all broken homes lead here. How else could our tuition prices be unbeatable? You can afford to enroll because you can't afford not to graduate.
    Ms. DeFleur is near graduation and is tired of failing life's lessons. She's had it with buying her way out and posting pictures on facebook. Jasmine finally wants out of our halls. I must admit she is a fighter and seems to refuse to join our life time club where students die unfulfilled. Holding true to our university values of pride, inequality, poverty, ignorance, covetousness, and unforgiveness.
    I, Lucifella Prince, serve as the sovereign principality of hip-hops Ghetto University. If she can overcome our core values and apply what you've learned to here in your senior dissertation, just as Ms. "Orleans" native Jasmine DeFleur has done, then I have no choice but to award you with a degree of enlightenment. And release the hold I placed on every soul that treads the halls of hip-hops, Ghetto University.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMimi Tribeca
    Release dateJan 5, 2012
    ISBN9781465801135
    Ghetto University
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    Mimi Tribeca

    Mimi lives in Atlanta & loves her Pandora.

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      Ghetto University - Mimi Tribeca

      GHETTO UNIVERSITY

      By Mimi Tribeca

      Copyright Mimi Tribeca 2011

      Published at Smashwords

      This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      GHETOO UNIVERSITY

      I HATE THE AMERICAN DREAM

      Jasmine Jazzy DeFleur

      Ghetto University Graduate

      INTRODUCTION

      Ménage with me

      Come live with me

      Testify of my scars & pains

      Interpolate my love for thee

      As I express my personality

      Hip hop fixes everyday life you see

      Jazzy titles

      With a New Orleans Georgia peach flava

      You could stroke my ego

      But this cage bird sings

      In search for love

      While correspondence of my mistakes

      I’ll wait,

      In search for illumination of my passion

      Cuz love aint wats hatnen

      But yet I’ll seek

      Forever I’ll fight

      Hopes with just maybe

      God’ll fix this empty heart of mines

      Father you left neglected your flower

      Created a broken home

      An while mom worked

      I learned to protect myself

      All

      On my own…

      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1 - || The Beginning ||

      Chapter 13 - || The Middle ||

      Chapter 26 - || The Final Chapter ||

      Chapter 27 - || Mature Poetic Lagniappe ||

      Chapter 28 - || About the Author ||

      Chapter 1 - Sobriety Boulevard

      BATTLES OF AMNESIA

      "I chant the chant of battles loss

      Defeat which came

      In forms of self absorption

      Gazing outward but never in

      Forward retrospection illustrates

      A mental battle ignored

      Speculation of divided consciousness

      A scorned soul never repaired

      Segmently driven with meandering amnesia

      Amnesia found at 80 proof"

      It hurt when I had it but I cried when I lose it. I had a job, car, and independence but loss it all in one irresponsible night. I thought I’d drive myself home once I got Cinnamon out of my car. She single handedly led me down this narrow path and now I’ve come to the boulevard of sobriety. This certainly wasn’t the route or situation that I’d ever intended. The journey down this naked road has been rough –not with the desire of wanting another shot- but with the desire of wanting my independence back. I had everything a twenty-four year old woman could wish for: the money, car, clothes, shoes, purses, and the hoes.

      Never wanting to tell myself, factually that I was The Shit but rather I’d disengage from the truth and resume the lie that I was just like everybody else. That there was nothing to this 5’6", 34-26-42, triple D, muscular legged, flat stomach, chestnut eyes, cute nose, high cheek bone, mocha tone, Remy lace, exotic flavored goddess named Latte. Nothing to me! I never wanted to mention that I was a dean list student, accounting major, working in different cities every summer for the fear of gaining more haters and not being accepted. Always embarrassed, frazzled, and scared to tell someone the truth about my accomplishments but less than frazzled to tell my drunken slut stories about my weekend escapades.

      Honestly, I saw myself losing the battle to my demons. I saw myself losing control and the proof was in the bottle maybe 80 proof, I think. It took away my ability to make cognitive decisions –to not deal with my serious emotional hang-ups. I’d say nothings more hurtful than to see someone go into a downward spiral, especially if that someone looks you in the mirror, daily. A couple of sips of grand manier or spiced rum would always alleviate the stress, guilt, memory playback, and restraint. It would remove any limitation I would notably uphold if sober. I’d learned to live so sexy, vivacious, and limitless.

      This transformation did not take a year or two because I’ve been drinking since the age of 14. It didn’t increase until my college years in which I found myself within the wrong company and binge’n. These new friends weren’t really new –I’d known them since high school. However, I always stressed to myself that in order to be successful I must: 1. Be well rounded 2. My company must reflect that of which I aspire to be. These two fundamental ideals were failing as I partied with my new groups and lost sight of what I internally admired and required of myself, as well as others. I cannot make a clear or concise generalization of my friends but I know now that they weren’t the right fit for me but they accepted me.

      I have been forced to re-evaluate my life thanks to that night. I have evaluated the highs and the lows which have shaped me. An evaluation of the decisions, relationships, and philosophies of life that we all, at some point keep hidden in our hearts. I’m seeking to reassume my defensive demeanor that we only get one life and as life happens I will be sober and ready for the alarm to sound as chaos unravels again.

      September 27th to the subsequent September 27th has been a year of emotional, mental, and physical turmoil. I’ve gained 20 pounds, regained my acne and back-acne, lost my menstrual cycle, gained a roll in my back, and can barely fit any of my jeans. My life as I knew it has been funeralized for everyone to see. The expensive taste and diet/appetite has been downtrodden to the fatty foods that sustain a Southerners dinner table and 5-7-9.

      Yet, I still hold some secrets that I feel a need to release. I cried to God about the seriousness of my heartaches about the pain of feeling and being always alone: always staying about my hustle about my money my paper chase. The road it took me on was full of thrills and green: nutt’n and cum’n everywhere! Yes everywhere. But when I get home at the end of the day, night, weekend who the fuck cared and who’s in my bed? No one, but me; the landlord, bill collectors, gas tank, clothing stores, beauty supply receipts, and loyal companion Cognac. I was now at the end of my cash rope.

      What I wanted was someone to tag in and take my place while I rest. Someone to yell my name, root for me as if I were a champion heavy weight ready to beat the brakes off my contender. I just wanted someone to tell me I wasn’t alone and if I needed anything to give them a call. What’s funny is I was that person that everyone called. I would drop everything just to make one person smile. Just to hear, Thank You Jasmine, that really meant a lot. It seemed as if my heart thrived off doing that secret good deed or helping someone else that was in need.

      Sunday sermons preaching help your neighbor and the Good Samaritan. While we go blindly exiting the church doors forgetting that only you can live your life. Sorry, baby but there is no one out there with a map that’ll lead you to your destiny. Nether less, if you pay the preacher will he be by your side 24-7-365 to make sure you don’t deviate or lose your bearings. If so, everybody would be religious, saved, happy, entertained, full, rich, and satisfied.

      Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people and that’s just life. You can call it a catch 22 but my perspective is the only thing that genuinely matters to me now. Even though it’s my one year anniversary of what I called, Mission: Bitch In Distress, I’ve come to the conclusion that it was much needed. I might have been crying to God for help but the fact of the matter is, I’ve always been strong enough to bare

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