At 22 years old, and basically not much of an education, Kierra drives a late model S.U.V, bringing home close to fifteen hundred dollars a week from her job, and paying a baby sitter. Life is grand for the young urban woman. As soon as her kids father learns of her earnings and stability, noticing that she is successfully living and maintaining all by herself with out any assistance from him, he wants back into her life. The young mother of his children was doing better off then he was. Michael was just two years older than she were. He had served six months in the county jail for possession of cocaine and heroin. He was being raised by the streets and the state prison and jail system. Just like a lot of other young black men, Michael had chosen to be a ball-er. He chose to demonstrate the negativity of the young black society. He chose drugs and guns over his children. He chose the streets rather then his new born kids. He left Kierra to struggle with these babies all by her self.  Between a lawyer for his drug case, and a loss he suffered in the streets, he had nothing. His own family wanted nothing to do with him. Kierra was all he had at one point. She was the only one that gave a flying fuck about the useless fool. She was once in love with him, and cared for him deeply. But he had let her down too many times. She spent lonely days and nights wondering where he was. She had cry ed too many tears. She would look at her son and see the image of his father and break down. He had abandoned his own flesh and blood. But now he was back. Although he was dead beat, he was still those kids dad, and Kierra felt it was their right to meet him. Maybe in the back of her mind, she may have hoped he had changed a little. But he hadn’t. He was worse than he was before. He was a bum. He was no good. He had thrown the early part of his life away. His daily routine consisted of selling crack cocaine and smoking weed. That’s where his ambition went. That;s what he used it on. Making a drug deal was all he cared about. He showed up on her door step after not seeing his children in over two years. His children didn’t even recognize him. Kierra was confused. She couldn’t understand. She had just gotten over the situation. She was healing. Michael had been out of sight, out of mind. Her tears had stopped falling a long time ago. She had repaired all the things that he had broke down inside her. It had been a rap. But there he was again, staring her right in her face.