....Months later, Winter's world comes crashing down around her when she is attacked in a car by Simone, her ex-best friend with a bottle while waiting for Bullet, her lover. A crowd gathers to watch the fight, and Winter loses focus when she sees Bullet cause the crowd to disperse by waving a gun in the air. Once Winter looks away, Simone slashes her across the face with a broken bottle. Winter is led back to the car by Bullet and, shortly afterward, the police arrive. Bullet leaves Winter to take the fall for him, and she is given a mandatory 15-year prison sentence after being arrested and convicted of transporting drugs in his rental car.
Dear Diary,
i can't tell u how long i been in this shithole... i spend most of my time either chillin in solitaire or just keeping up on my book game... gotta stay smart even if you don't got shit to prove to anybody, just to keep you sane... im not gonna talk about how fucked up i feel the world is.. how i feel that keepin smart young sisters incarcerated for bullshit crimes with no fuckin weight does nothing for the racism problem in America... how it does nothing to enhance out spiritual, emotional and soul growth for our black women... how the lack of male to female ratios fail to present us with many choices on how to deal with our "needs"...converting most of these girls into carpet munching dykes, gettin raped in showers, out in rec time and paying C.O's to drop e pills in an inmates food for a silent date rape... fucked up shit like that. yeah, i bet you ain't could say some smart ass intellectual shit like that, huh? well yeah, i been on that Malcolm X shit while I've been away.. two years. two years, so far.. I've been helpin out in the kitchen, bein extra nice to the dirty motherfucker C.O's and smiling like a nice little girl to the yellow teethed crackers that put me here...I'm building up a case, and in about a year I'll be eligible for parole, and imma be outta here soon. imma try to live right... get up on my gear first, find me a place and start workin... pipe dreams? nah. never that. what that book forgot to tell you is that Winter Santiaga is a fighter. always was, always will be. These niggas- oh, my bad, people, thought they could keep me down.. thought they got rid of me.. i guess they saw somethin in me that scared em'. bitchass folk... but i hold no bitterness.. i have no words for them.. my actions will spak for themselves.
oh shit, i think the lights are about to go out, imma write to u first thing in the morning.
later.
Winter
Winter ends up in jail. Soon, her old friends Natalie and Simone join her, and little sister ends up becoming just like her. The last chapter comes to a surprising ending: after her father was jailed, Winter talks about being let out of prison to attend her mother’s funeral, and she learns that her mother became addicted to crack after learning of her husband's affair and fathering a child with another woman.
this is a diary entry that winter would probably write while in jail.Dear Diary,
i can't tell u how long i been in this shithole... i spend most of my time either chillin in solitaire or just keeping up on my book game... gotta stay smart even if you don't got shit to prove to anybody, just to keep you sane... im not gonna talk about how fucked up i feel the world is.. how i feel that keepin smart young sisters incarcerated for bullshit crimes with no fuckin weight does nothing for the racism problem in America... how it does nothing to enhance out spiritual, emotional and soul growth for our black women... how the lack of male to female ratios fail to present us with many choices on how to deal with our "needs"...converting most of these girls into carpet munching dykes, gettin raped in showers, out in rec time and paying C.O's to drop e pills in an inmates food for a silent date rape... fucked up shit like that. yeah, i bet you ain't could say some smart ass intellectual shit like that, huh? well yeah, i been on that Malcolm X shit while I've been away.. two years. two years, so far.. I've been helpin out in the kitchen, bein extra nice to the dirty motherfucker C.O's and smiling like a nice little girl to the yellow teethed crackers that put me here...I'm building up a case, and in about a year I'll be eligible for parole, and imma be outta here soon. imma try to live right... get up on my gear first, find me a place and start workin... pipe dreams? nah. never that. what that book forgot to tell you is that Winter Santiaga is a fighter. always was, always will be. These niggas- oh, my bad, people, thought they could keep me down.. thought they got rid of me.. i guess they saw somethin in me that scared em'. bitchass folk... but i hold no bitterness.. i have no words for them.. my actions will spak for themselves.
oh shit, i think the lights are about to go out, imma write to u first thing in the morning.
later.
Winter
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