Hello,
(My New) family readers.
I will make this quick as possible before I jump into (My prison love & relationship story, here in the NCOAC Scottland Corr Institute with my bff/bffl/twin soon to be future hubby AJ “Diamond Carter” Turner)!”
I go by my (soon to be one day) name Za’Deore pronounced- Zay Dior! I am a A.A mixed with Blackfoot Indian, Transgender female, that looks the part and has been on (HRT-Hormone Replacement Therapy medication since 08/13/2018).
Hope you all enjoy my style of penmanship.
Title: “Our livez are a movie in Prison” By: Unpublished author/CEO ~ Za De’ore.
“Za De’ore! Whos cleaning up with you tonight!?” Officer Ms.Beezely asked her favorite offender and T-gurl, up on Upper Red Unit- D Block.
“Diamond Cater, gonna come out with me. So if my haterz and the ratz try to throw they salt in my bizness. Please, do as you always do for your gurl. B/c, they’ve been going that extra mile lately to assts unit manager Mr.Putz. Trying to get my job gurl!!!” Za De’ore put her only close officer friend, who they both consider friends that’s loyal~ solid and real, just to name a few to eachother.
“De’ore! Get outta my face, trying my patients, like I haven’t been having your back and my babeeboii. You tried that gurl. But anyway… everything you asked me to bring yall are in the supply closet. In the big box under the table against the wall, that has a small black mark on it. DO I need to go any further with the bec…”
“We been talking too long so I’ll holla at you later hun and I got it. Just make sure those rat ass house nikkaz working the hallway don’t get in the way”. Za De’ore said, cutting Ms.Beezly off and walking off. Heading upstairs, walking inside her babe cell, pausing slightly from seeing he had company from one of his cronniez name Dilly. Sitting right next to her babe, as Dilly sat on the toilet and they pasted the stick of K2 (deuce) paper. Back and forwards, looking so outta it, and this is one of the several thingz she hate about him. And, she have told him too many timez that she was fed up and done with it. “Look can you make sure you aren’t fried outta your mental, when it’s time for you to work in the next hour and half bae!”
“I got you Za De’ore, so don’t start going in on me please. Just chill”. Diamond Carter got out his mouth, barely, as he spoke slowly and slow with the same dumb ass outta space smile on his face. And still tryna smoke what was left of the stick of deuce paper.
Getting up, about to leave to go handle her own bizness. “Whatever.I’ll be back to check on you” Za De’ore said before walking out, closing the door, but not all the way.
Walking towards her room, being stopped by one of the drug pusherz that really had the bag and very handsome, cool, funny and alwaus about his bizness, who wanted her bad as hell but didn’t wanna risk his bizness ruin or reputation.
“Goddamn, what you been eating gurl! Cause that ass just getting phatta and phatta”, he said before walking away.
~ To Be Continued ~
