she took both of my phones so i wouldn t call the police. she burned me on my arm with a hot curler. and her attitude, she went into her mode, oh, shut up, you re not hurt, your teeth wasn t no good anyway, you going to sit there and you going to let me hot curl my hair and get ready before you call the police. i had to give her a bus check to get out of my home and to leave, but she kept hot curling her hair. i asked her for my phones. she said, you keep on, i m going to burn you. i grabbed for my phone while she stood there and hot-curled her hair. she kept laying the curlers on my arm. when she knocked my teeth out one at a time. she was hitting me so hard, i did like this. and she beat the daylights out of me.
she is a beast. i still have nightmares to see her hands come down in my face. she took both of my phones so i wouldn t call the police. she burned me on my arm with a hot curler. and her attitude, she went into her mode, oh, shut up, you re not her, your teeth wasn t no good anyway, you going to sit there and you going to let me hot curl my hair and get ready before you call the police. i had to give her a bus check to get out of my home and to leave, but she kept hot curling her hair. i asked her for my phones. she said, you keep on, i m going to burn you. i grabbed for my phone while she stood there and hot-curled her hair. she kept laying the curlers on my arm. when she knocked my teeth out one at a time. she was hitting me so hard, i did like this.
i m not cute or built to suit a fashion model size. when i tried to tell them, they think i m telling lies. i say it s in the reach of my arm, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips. i m a woman phenomenally. if you were a child of the 1990s she might be aunt june, the profound embodiment of black womanhood every black filmmaker longed for to make his film more meaningful. last night calcifying my soul a home, where water is not thirsty. i came up with one thing, and i don t believe i m wrong that nobody but nobody can make it out here alone. if you were from the heroic generation of the civil rights movement, she was your sister in the struggle. a counterpart to malcolm and to martin, profound and graceful and committed.
her hands come down in my face. she took both of my phones so i wouldn t call the police. she burned me on my arm with a hot curler. and her attitude, she went into her mode, oh, shut up, you re not her, your teeth wasn t no good anyway, you going to sit there and you going to let me hot curl my hair and get ready before you call the police. i had to give her a bus check to get out of my home and to leave, but she kept hot curling her hair. i asked her for my phones. she said, you keep on, i m going to burn you. i grabbed for my phone while she stood there and hot-curled her hair. she kept laying the curlers on my arm. when she knocked my teeth out one at a time. she was hitting me so hard, i did like this. and she beat the daylights out of me. i understand it s
she took both of my phones so i wouldn t call the police. she burned me on my arm with a hot curler. and her attitude, she went into her mode, oh, shut up, you re not her, your teeth wasn t no good anyway, you going to sit there and you going to let me hot curl my hair and get ready before you call the police. i had to give her a bus check to get out of my home and to leave, but she kept hot curling her hair. i asked her for my phones. she said, you keep on, i m going to burn you. i grabbed for my phone while she stood there and hot-curled her hair. she kept laying the curlers on my arm. when she knocked my teeth out one at a time. she was hitting me so hard, i did like this. and she beat the daylights out of me. i understand it s and i can t take her beatings