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BROKEN PROMISE By V. BROWN


As a child Promise Brown lived the life that every girl in the ghetto would have loved to live. Her parents, Sweet Pea and Biggs, were the head of a fledging drug empire that stretched from coast to coast. They were way passed hood rich but refused to leave the hood—the same place that contributed to their downfall. The hood bred jealousy and envy which would ultimately affect the Brown's livelihood.Just when Promise had gotten use to the good life things went downhill. Her parents were arrested and later imprisoned because of a snitch who hid behind false pretenses causing DEFACS to step in and make her a ward of the state.Now all she wants is out! Escaping the clutches of the system, Promise runs back to her old hood. There she runs into her mother's childhood friend's nephew and together they devise a way to get paid.Promise never imagined she...
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BIG JOE HAMMER by Salvatore Buttaci


BIG JOE HAMMER DR0VE THIS CAR BUT THE HAT HE WORE ON HIS HEAD Yuh want my real name or duh one duh guys gimme back on Grand Street when I wuz twelve or doiteen? My mudder give me names long as yuh arm! "Where dja dig 'em up?" I used  tuh tease de ol‘ lady.. Back in a Ol' Country––Sicily––dey han’ out names  like candy: da more da sweeta.   Dey name me Giuseppe Gaetano Angelo Martello. Ain't it a mout'ful? Giuseppe wuz my granfadder,  Gaetano my old lady's brudder in Crown Heights, an' Angelo, duh name a duh baby my mudder lost when he wuz maybe two.   Martello: that's my last name--dat means "Hammer" so, growin' up in Williamsboig, Brooklyn, ain't nobody gonna ask fuh ya baptism papis, right? Ain't no way I'm gonna say, "Call me Giuseppe," right? From duh woid "Go" dey wuz callin' me "Big...
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