DAVID (VOICEOVER): I don't remember at all,
but she said this is how it happened.
She went to his house.
Hello?
Oh, hey, um--
I'm sorry to bother you, this old car's just--
Why are you standing up here?
I know I must look crazy, I don't even want to come in,
if I could just use your phone?
You went to Day?
Um, yeah, how did you--
The sticker on your car.
Which location?
Oh, downtown.
Well, I used to go--
I plan on going back.
Let me get you the phone, my husband isn't in,
or else I'd have him help you.
Wait, you might know him.
He teaches at Day, too.
Wait, that's how I know you.
You were one of my husband's students.
Look, I don't want anything--
And that's how you show you don't want nothing?
Coming up to people's house with your child?
Our child.
I didn't make this baby by myself,
that's not how it works.
I'm not trying to be disrespectful,
I thought saying this over the phone would be--
You need to leave.
Right now.
I can't have him growing up not knowing who his daddy is.
I don't want that for--
Well you should have thought about that
before you laid down.
You know your man.
Ask yourself, did he tell me about you?
Ask yourself.
He's good at keeping secrets, and I'm
100% sure that he's the father.
Look at him.
Look.
Get off my porch, Gloria!
Go home.
Sharon, go into the house.
Darius, she--
Go into the house, Sharon!
Get off our porch, you crazy?
Coming up to my house.
Look, I don't want to argue, you just wasn't
returning my calls, and--
I mean, he's yours.
That baby could be anybody's.
I wasn't the only one.
It was a one time thing.
What?
I wasn't with no one else.
I don't know what she's talking about any of this--
Nigga, I don't want nothing from you.
I don't want your lying ass and I f--
Look.
Babe, I'm so sorry.
This baby is yours.
The baby is yours.
Acting like you didn't know what you was doing.
He looks just like you, Darius.
Go in the house, Sharon.
You know how these hood rats be trying to latch
on to anything that's good.
Go in the house, baby, please, just go in the house--
I may be the first one to come to the house,
but I won't be the last.
Must had heatstroke thinking I wanted my baby to know-- go on.
Go in the house.
Take your ass in the house, nigger.
You done said what the fuck you said.
You come here again, I will call the police.
Don't worry.
You won't see us again.
Step back, step back.
And when he grew up to be somebody,
don't try claiming him.
Sharon, I don't know what--
[BABY CRYING]
KIDS: (singing) Of your own flesh and blood.
God of this reality.
There can never be any more us.
DAVID: And that's the story how I came to be without a father.
I tell it to point out that all of us
get here in many different ways, and--
and sometimes, people judge those ways
that-- they, they try to make you feel like you're nothing.
But something as simple as a song on the radio
can tell you that you're not a nobody.
Mary J May's home for folks who sometimes get called nothing.
Or treat her like a nobody.
And I come from those people.
I'm not nothing.