Because everybody’s a victim in 2017, or wants to play one, let me speak directly to those who are so helpless & innocent they can’t tell a broken fe/male from a [mostly] healed one..
I’m going to attempt to keep this brief & to the point. I’ve witnessed a lot of finger pointing going on between which came first chicken or the egg on these internet streets, when in reality they’re both the same chicken, just in different stages of life but I digress.
There’s an ongoing debate on whose at fault for the break down of the black community here in the West, so without getting too deep, let’s just say it’s my fault. 30yrs on this planet & I still view everything outside of me as OUT-SIDE of me.. Just Sit with that one for a minute..
By now you’ve survived all the trauma living in the first world has to offer. I know how tough it is having Indoor plumbing, access to the front entrance of anywhere you dare to purchase goods & services from, passports to leave and go wherever you want whenever you want.. not having drones bomb your entire neighborhoods, or better yet, having the freedom to parade through public streets full nude & proclaim that others are wrong for not embracing YOUR willingness to be well, butt-naked in public. It’s tough living like this, & things really need to change for the better, I totally get it. You’ve played the victim so long you can’t even tell you’ve actually become your captor.. You’ve actually become the predator we all love to hate.. Let me explain.
Continue reading You’re not as innocent as you think…
After watching Hidden Colors 1-3/4, a few buzzkill documentaries & reliving slavery via “strange fruit” memes via social media from your “#wokeAf friends, learning to respect another’s right to dis-associate #staySleep themselves from the harsh reality of today’s social climate can be challenging. Especially when it requires a certain level of compassion & understanding as opposed to rude awakenings, teasing by name calling (sheep, coon etc), bashing ideologies or coercion. But first let me give you the definition of what it means to disassociate so you’ll know how/what you’re dis-respecting..
Now check below to find out about Dissociative Disorders that cause memory blockages or temporary amnesia..
Experiencing temporary amnesia (blocked memories) or even being so-called “sleep” is just how the brain protects itself from the reality of traumatic events. Be it a car accident, death of a loved one, sexual trauma or Continue reading You have the right to Stay Sleep: A “Stay Woke” Think Piece…
Picture this.. December 24, 2004. Under the imminent threat of inclement weather, We rise early to drive a few hours North to Little Rock, Arkansas for the procedure. (As I write this I’m trying to remember if I knew where we were going and why.. it’s sort of fuzzy but I do remember it was cold.. my mind was full of fog as it had been the last 3months or so.. ) We arrive to this facility only to be searched upon entry. Medal detectors, bullet proof glass & strange smells.. We sign on then sit in the lobby. Silence. All of our expressions are the same. Most of the faces have a husband or boyfriend with them for support but I have my mother.
Attempting to cheer me up, but I have nothing. Not even fear. All of this feels like a dream and I’m just ready to be warm & In my Twin Sized Blues Clues covered bed set… Continue reading Black Wednesday, I Am: The sacrifice…
Disclaimer: Self-Preservation is Law. In order to preserve the self, I had to symbolically kill the “nigga man apologist” within. He’s been laid up on my proverbial couch, eating all my kids cereal, using up all the high speed data, making other nigga-men moor “sovereign” off MY dime 7years too long now. My 11year sun old is now 18. Gone off to college doing something with his life while you, the nigga-man, sell dreams to other women behind my back because you intuitively feel when a FEMALE is up to something… After all this time, NOW you feel me huh? What am I up too you ask? Hmph…
Dear Black Man, (not to be confused with the nigga-man above)
I know you don’t know me, but ive heard a lot about you. Read stories about your type. Dreamed of what its like to have you come home to me, the children, the dog, our home, after running successful businesses a couple days a week, but ive been wondering why don’t you see me? And I figured it out today. See a black MAN isn’t attracted to little girls, Be it in females under 18 OR over 25, only the “nigga-minded male,” is attracted to “little girls.” And for the last 20years, regardless of the age/wage gap, this is the only type of “man” that seems to approach me. I mean, it makes sense because Continue reading The Eulogy: Here lies the Ni*ga Man & those that enable him… Amen.
I miss my father & I think that’s why I go so hard FOR the black man.. He’s misunderstood, isn’t acceptable for him to cry OR raise his voice.. Only to make the money & be strong as an ox… Nothing against my mother, Ive just always missed my daddy’s presence more. #noApologies #reflecting
See I was the type of child who REQUIRED a 2-parent upbringing.. I deserved examples (external/conscious/yang) of balanced and harmonious partnerships, but because this wasn’t the design, I’ve spent the last 29years trying to restore homeostasis from within (subconscious/yin/internal source) via outside sources. #doingItWrong
Nevertheless, here’s an open letter to my father… May this letter be received with all the love, fire, passion, growth it has taken me to release this to you all… Ase’
Continue reading To My Father, its over…. Learning to let go.
Alrighty so by now (blog 5) we’re well aware that I’ve got some abandonment type issues.. sprinkle in a little sexual abuse.. public education… and KA-BOOM!!! Yea, cool story bro, right?
But see the that’s not why im not interested in helping raise your little crumb snatcher. Or maybe it is, we’ll see by the end of this piece. First let me take a few steps UP to the top of my high horse and give you a brief synopsis of how I know I’d suck as your kid’s step-parent…
Selfish. I truly suck at sharing things and unless we’ve been together for over 2-3years im probably not bored enough to meet your kids yet. Chances are im still enjoying that whole new car smell type loving & Who has the energy for those impromptu calls about how Lil Timmy just broke his big toe at soccer practice and needs YOU to come tell your story about how back in Cooley High 1997 you played through your ACL injury and scorned the winning shot in triple over-time.. WHILE IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING COS-PLAY!!!! Got damn you Timmy get your coordination together, FUCK!!!
Or my absolute personal favorite, I have to cheer your irritable ass up all because your whack ass child’s mother/ex-wife who don’t want their ex to be great without them, heard her babygirl tell her other sibling how much they like Ms. Dragonfly over her mean ass? How Ms. Dragonfly takes the time to cut up their meat, asks questions about their school day fucking colors with them? And because they actually WANT TO STAY with their daddy and his “new bitch” you purposely start beef just to keep them away from us/him.. You try to punish HIM by punishing the babies… Yea that’s my favorite. Nobody got the energy to build that man back up right after you hoes simultaneously ripped my heart from me….. Its like clockwork!!! Which leads me to #2….
2. Attachment. In the last serious relationship I encountered, this man was probably the most dope MALE parent ive ever witnessed in for real life, but I knew it wasn’t going to last. I knew our relationship wasn’t going to go the distance yet after roughly 1.5 of dating then eventually living together, he introduced me to his children… ~sighs~ Lets back up a few years. Now I entered my first bid dealing with a grown aged male with children, back in ill say ’08 shortly after Continue reading 4. Reasons I won’t date Men with children…. AGAIN!!
I was the new girl in town…Again!!
(Freshly raped and passed around at least twice by my two older male step-cousins, prior to being uprooted then transplanted in this same old weird paper-mill smelling town during my 7th grade school year) Except this time, it was for good.. The suicide attempt bought me a good year of freedom back in the safety and nurturing arms of my great grandmother back in my hometown but I just couldn’t seem to get right. Age 10, Still reeling from a traumatic loss of the one stable father figure I’d been blessed since my then teenaged parents proved to be incompetent, the depression teamed with hyper stimulated genitalia was becoming too much for my grieving great grandmother to bare… I would eventually end up rotating between one relative to the next. I cant remember exactly what happened that got me to this point, yet Here I am, the new girl once again…
Sitting in Ms. O’s typing class, in front of me he sits. Braids to the back, toffee colored skin, cover-all jeans creased to the 9, gangsta Nike’s, basketball hoopin, nice flows, project living, all his brothers and sisters had different daddies but HE was the oldest.. I still remember his adams apple, the veins in his arms… On the outside he reminded me of my father. Except he wasn’t 6feet tall and black as midnight but he definitely fit his “thuggish” exterior.. I just KNEW he was gonna take me down through there.. As I sat on the backrow.. quiet as kept.. Never even giving him as much of a good morning… I observed him.. his mannerisms.. how he sharpened his pencil.. how he would make it a POINT to strut across the floor just to shoot paper in the trashcan like he was Jordan or somebody.. “What a show off,” I thought to myself.. As he sat down, a breeze would swoop past my nose and every damn time, i breathed him in.. Adiddas cologne to be exact.. Continue reading How To become a Predator…
Child Rape and Incest… Our Little ‘BIG’ Secrets…
Child rape & Incest within the black community is a bigger HEALTH CRISIS than AIDS, heart disease, hypertension and ALL cancers combined… How did I come to this conclusion when NOBODY dares to even talk about it, yet it has a domino effect on EVERYBODY.. Contrary to what most of Us would like to believe, this “behavior” doesn’t just happen to little black girls by their drunk step father’s or some RANDOM dude in a spooky van circling playgrounds when the streetlights are coming on.. This is happening to little boys as well.. Continue reading Child Sexual Abuse in the Black Community… Subjective Mind over the matter…
The Dragonfly Affect….
By: T.D Hooks
It all made sense last night. Why my brothers and sisters (skin-folk) molested me. Why my brothers (skin-folk) raped me… Spread rumors of how their “CONQUEST” enjoyed it.. The shredding of her hymen.. The terror oops I mean LUST in her eyes.. The smile i painted on when returning home later that evening.. The self-preserving smile I was “self-taught” to display to hide the shame of no longer being a Virgin… the guilt of under-age drinking that sweet Peach Boone’s Farm.. Hanging & watching adult movies with 16yr old teenaged male step-cousins & step-sisters… the pain radiating between my thighs yet trying with all my might to not LOOK broken.. The fight to keep my head held high at school.. the fight to remain “focused” on the positives in life.. The physical fight I CHOSE (fight, flight, or freeze) to not put up being (what I perceived to be) that I was both physically out-matched, out witted and outnumbered… I froze. The mantra that states this too shall pass… the law of detachment (from the physical body/realm).. Yep, at the tender age of 11, Young Dragonfly began to master the art of “faking it” for the next 15+ years of her life… That day I accepted that my body no longer belonged to me… Continue reading Intro to Dragonfly….