The markings on the wall

THE MARKINGS ON THE WALL

The Baby mamma (A chapter from my Bio)

This story begins with me finding out I'm pregnant and freaking out at the same time . During my pregnancy with my daughter, I was so concerned ,I really didn't have a support system that would step up and help me. Until one of my enemies became my best friend. I call her my baby mamma because she stepped up and stepped in and said she was that baby’s pappy.

Her name is Angelica. She has long black hair that goes down her back so smooth and silky. With her long legs and her radiant skin tone, she's sure to knock a man dead. Her native American beauty matches her smile. She came into my life and we've been kinda like peas in a pod except we have a rotten one in the pod with us. That rotten one is attitude.

It wasn't long after Angelica and I became friends, I met a charming older man named Devon. He approached me and asked to be part of our lives. I was so excited to have met him. Devon was so interactive during this time He stepped in and supported me as well. He was there from the time I was 4 months pregnant until about a year after Jade’s birth.

Anyhow, while I was pregnant I decided to paint a scenery in the baby's nursery. The scenery consists of a toddler gazing into a beautiful mountain scene with water, trees, butterflies and ladybugs. I put a lot of time and effort into that painting.Devon helped me also when he had time away from work. On the opposite wall I painted a picture of a baby laying on a cloud. O it was so adorable to me. I naturally had already painted the baby's eye hazel . Her father had the most beautiful curious eyes that were very enticing. And I myself have hazel eyes that can pierce through your soul. It is one of my best physical attributions..

The hair on the painting I knew would be blackish brown , so I made the baby's hair with spiraling curly black and brown hair. Still the baby had no color. The baby was as plain as the white wall I painted it on. Reason being, I was pregnant with an African American , Native American mixed child. I had no clue as to what skin tone my baby would be .

After I painted it I was so excited I called my Baby mamma and asked her to come over and give me her opinion on the painting . When she arrived she immediately yelled at me saying the baby wasn't going to be white and plain looking like the baby on the wall. She exclaimed “ put some color on my baby!” I told her I didn't know what color to put on the painting.. There we were , the three of us looking at the painting and a huge debate came up between us. We sat at the kitchen table trying to mix paints to come up with the perfect color for the baby on the painting.

So as we sat at the table mixing colors . The baby mamma yelled at me and said “ Add more yellow”! I'm like, no ! Where do you get yellow from ? She said “Look at you , Look at your son”! “Add more yellow, “ she said. I say to my goodness my baby is not going to be light toned , she will have a darker color.

I then take out a picture of her father and show it to my boyfriend and the baby mamma. She still said “Add more yellow “ I totally disagreed , Devon was just minding his business mixing his own colors together . Angelica and I began to dispute the colors for the longest time. Finally we decided to place a bet . The three of us mixed our own colors, afterwards we all took one finger , dipped into the paint and placed a mark on the kitchen wall of what we thought the baby's skin tone would actually be .

Months went by and it was that time , I went into labor. Of course the baby mamma was by my side the entire time and an old friend Jennifer came by and helped out a lot . .Devon was there also . I was in labor for 22 hours . Jennifer helped me be comfortable in my situation while she did stone therapy and with essence oils. She also helped me bathe. She became weary of the labor as well. She left and my baby mamma along with Devon had finally gone to sleep waiting for the baby to come.While I was in pain and agony , they were snoring away in the living room . I didn't blame them much because we had danced, walked, exercised and still had no baby .

Finally my contractions were getting closer and closer and the pain was getting more intense . I woke Devon up and told him I needed to go to the hospital immediately . So he woke up and took me there . After about 2 hours of being admitted and the IV meds were administered I had my daughter . She was a spitting image of my son . Angelica looked at me and said “ I told you to add more yellow”. We all laughed , the baby came out just as bright skinned as she could be .

I never got to finish the painting with her actual skin tone , Hurricane Florence came by and tore back the roof of my house. What was once a big beautiful home that I loved so much became flooded and ruined to the cores of the walls and ceilings. Myself, Devon and the kids had to evacuate immediately. I never saw the painting again .