Warning: This piece contains strong language.

My mom is a bad***. She doesn’t take anyone’s s*** – including mine. Those are the facts.

I remember when I was nine years old and I started noticing I looked different from everyone because I'm mixed. My mom’s white, my dad’s black – although I don’t talk to him much. Most of the kids around me were white. Hell, even my stepdad and stepbrother were white.

Because I was a mixed kid in a white family, sometimes people would ask me if I was adopted.

What do you say to that when you’re nine?

That’s hard for kid, man. It hurt.

But you should have seen my mom. She was so protective. People would say that stuff to me and it would literally piss her off to the point where she wanted to fight people. Like actually fight people.

Over time they started saying it less… mostly for their own safety, I think.

20 years later though she’s still doing it. She’s still just as protective. Here’s an example: Recently I got my car stolen and it ended up totaled. It was a mess. And then when I copped the new one – a 2019 Mazda CX5 – it only took two days before it wouldn’t start. I’m like, “Yo! This thing is brand new.” Anyways, I called the dealership and they were giving me the runaround.

I told my mom about it while we were on the phone and I guess she called the dealership because the next day the very same dude who was saying he couldn’t help me was now telling me how sorry he was and how they were going to take care of everything.

He also told me he has never been berated like that in his life.

You know what she told him? Get this. She said to the guy, “I’m the chief, and you don’t f*** with the chief.”

Can you believe that?

I'm going to be honest, I’m terrified of my mom. But in a good way. I love her. She’s a bad*** – but she’s cool.