The day before my escape from the war zone that had been my life, I ran to my neighbor’s house with my children for safety.
The week prior to my court date I asked my neighbors to testify to what they’d seen.
“It ain’t none of our business, we remain neutral.”
My 12 year old son had to testify, because of course, I’m crazy.
Three months before abandoning EVERY fuckin’ thing, social workers were sent to our home to determine why our children hadn’t been to school.
“I worked Black Ops, I don’t even exist. I know ya’ll have an agenda here, I’m a human lie detector, now what are you really doin’ here.” The only black op he’d ever seen was in his own black soul.
The week prior to my court date I paid a little visit to said social workers and asked them to testify.
We don’t recall any such conversation.
Four months prior to my exodus, I hid in the bathroom to call my dad. I stood next to the door so I could hear footsteps. I didn’t, but he was there, listening to my every word, became enraged and kicked the door in. The door put a gash in my forehead. The phone flew from my hands.
“I told you your mama’s crazy, look what she did to herself, now she wants to blame it on me.”
W-A-K-E T-H-E F-U-C-K U-P P-E-O-P-L-E
You want to save the animals, the ozone, the economy, the fuckin’ trees and while I agree with all that shit, how about you take into consideration that without the fuckin’ woman there’d be no one here to admire all the other shit you’re tryin’ to save.
Three women are killed by their husband/intimate partner/boyfriend EVERY single day.
LEARN SOMETHIN’ ABOUT THIS SHIT. HUG A VICTIM INSTEAD OF A DAMN TREE.