Diary of a Sad Cat Woman- Part 2

Kiasha's certainty of her son's future success began when she was eating fried chicken underneath the fluorescent overhead light of her mother's kitchen. Kiasha felt a strong vibration that shook her to the core. She assumed that it was only the bass from her mother's neighbors' music.

"You hear somethin'? Kiasha asked her mother, who had just walked into the kitchen.

"No honey, you hear somethin'?"  

"No, but I sho do feel somethin'."         

"You'se pregnant honey, it's probably nothin' but the kicks."

"No mama. I've felt the kicks but this is somethin' else. Somethin' stronger."               

Kiasha placed her delicate hands– adorned with three inch long fingernails– atop her stomach.

She felt her fetus spinning inside of her.

Hopping.

Replicating the dance moves she knew all too well.

After a lengthy inner battle with herself, Kiasha decided that what she was feeling was genuine.

Kiasha didn't bother to tell her mother or any other family members. She didn't even tell her best friend, Myneshiqua. Nobody was going to believe her incredulous claims, so why bother? She'd only make a fool of herself and lose the respect she'd acquired in the hood.

One person she knew that she had to tell was her husband. Even months before he learned that Kiasha was pregnant, he spoke of leaving her. Somehow she'd been keeping him around, but for how much longer? Her pregnancy was no motivation to him to stick around.

Possibly this news of their child's talent would inspire Deandré to stick around. On the other hand, it might just make him call Kiasha a crazy bitch and leave her even sooner. Unfortunately, it was the latter. 

Diary of a Sad Cat Woman- Part 1

Kiasha was an urban girl
Who couldn't bring herself to abort
But she never in a million years 
Thought that she'd receive child support

When she conceived 
She did believe
Her baby was gonna be a star

He'd light up the room 
She could feel it in her womb
But Deandré thought it all too bizarre

She tried tellin' her husband
Her predictions meant somethin'
Her baby boy did dance inside of her 

But as hard as she tried 
Deandré thought it all lies
And soon he'd be sayin' goodbye to her....

     "I'm feeling it again," Kiasha gasped to her husband in a panicked voice. "I'm tellin' you, this don't feel like no kicking, Deandré."

"Bullshit!" Deandré spat at his pregnant, teary-eyed wife, who was now backing up into a corner of their living room in fear of getting beaten by him again.

'"If only you believed me! If only you could feel what I feel!" Kiasha whispered.

"Woman, I don't give two shits what you feel! We gettin' a divorce and that's my final word on the matter! Ain't nothin' you can say to change my mind on it!" Deandré shouted back at his wife, sweat pouring from his forehead.

"This is your child, Deandré! That don't mean nothin' to you?" Kiasha asked, her urban voice now cracking from the overwhelming sense of betrayal she felt.

"Not when I got some crazy-ass bitch tellin' me she feel my son break-dancin' in her damn uterus!" Deandré roared back at his wife, his words like daggers into her womb.

Kiasha collapsed onto her knees with her face in her hands and began to sob. She couldn't take this any longer, she needed him to trust her that their son would become a break-dancing prodigy. If he only had the same hope for the future as she did, he would want to continue on with their marriage and take part in parenting their child.