💬Snipets💬: Insult to Injury

He finds me at my apartment, I back away from his approach. Standing on the stairs, towering over him. He says he needs a hug. Constantly backing way from him, his approach creating tension, fear grips me. I rarely give into hate, but I hate him right now and in the middle of reluctantly accepting his "hug",

No one gives a shit about all you write on your blog, they just want to see your pictures and your body. They are not interested in anything else. 

 /50stop! (get yo' muthafuckin' hands offa me)

Searching for the truth, he never once sought out a way to prove to me all he has told me. Six Months and never once did I ask him for a single dime of his "money". If a man loves you, he will give openly. There should be a desire within him to do for you as his woman. Everything I got, I paid for it myself. (flashback)There is all of two outfits from him in my inventory, and one of them he also bought for his "pet". Even coerced me to a club where she was and she was wearing it. (I just facepalmed and left.)


As he continued to degrade my love for him to dollars and cents, I became infuriated at his accusations. In that moment I knew I had settled for a "Prince" instead of a King. (cause clearly I'm a Queen)
It always starts off nice and easy...

♬ Cue in- Jill Scott- Some Other Time(play it right now!)

11 days of freedom and I refuse to go back to that. For Six Months I quieted my spirit of discernment. He was definitely that snake in the grass, who was deceptively hiding in my bed, under my sheets, calling me his Bitch with a bite behind it. The kind of bite that makes you rear your head back. Venomous. Deadly. He towered over me and told me I was his... That he owned me. I can never be owned. (who you bought me from? Slavery over boy!)  I knew I needed a real man (maybe I went to far out of my ethnic group to get this), one who could identify with my struggles as a woman (native american, black mixed woman at that), not perpetuate a struggle I have been trying to overcome my entire existence. The desire to stand up to male oppressors. Always give things time. My love is real. I love deep. But don't ever expect deep love from a shallow person.