I think I’m being trolled by a homosexual. He believes that I’m in some way scared of him and “The Boys”, all the people just walk into our city and think the will steal us out of house and home. I just think it’s sad to have to put up with this mess for now, anyway. I mean they are everywhere thinking their game’s not showing. I think they were all in elementary school. Coalman Yokum has spent 42 million on Webster. Pontiac, can you tell? Nope, a splash of paint and some new light fixtures. They come here looking for a pay day and will leave in handcuffs. He thinks that if he could just between me and my job, he could run this entire city. He got Mike in his pocket and that is almost enough, but this town is tricky. These people take their EBT to the Fish Market and buy King Crabs from the fishman. We aren’t into the simple life and when somebody does something like Coalman did with that Micah 6 organization, we need to have a feast after the harvest for our children. I met my man there in 1978. That place holds a sincere spot in our lives and our hearts, and we would like to see it and those children attending flourish. I hear, however, you’ve spent all the money.
These buildings that are being bought and sold by “friends” in this city, men and man or women and woman. I did know our city had turned to Sodom and Gomorrah. In between sexual partners and orgies, they are smoking dope, sniffing dope or shooting heroin between your toes, this is my home. My father was raised on Luther and Howland, my grandmother ran the Baulking Building, where the men coming from the South could rent a room, have a drink or gamble in my uncle’s juke joint in the basement. We all came here from another place, but not to be shamed by a hand full of young men who think we are fool, or the few tokens who plan to pick up the coins they leave behind. We can never forget them, God forbid! Like the Tou-Bab that helped them steal our people from our land, whose only job was to move close to the main house, “stepping and fetching” so to say.
Like those who helped the Toubab in capturing our people, leaving our land and villages ravished and desolate, for their capture of our people. Some were even captured themselves to take part in the riches they got for selling their own people. Who are these people you may ask? People who we expect to help us every day, but who only gather all their riches and hoard them for their pleasure men and women who are also confused about their origin, but don’t know a soul to protect care for. Statesmen, Countrymen and Scholars or those who don’t have titles or educations at all. You are not my enemy, but you can be, if you want to be. For me, my future is right here. I won’t be swayed to be a bully or an adversary, but we can be friends. Please, try not to judge my clean habits or my love of the Lord, and I won’t judge you.
When I was in the Oakland County Jail (OCJ) there was a Trustee that would never leave me a dinner Tray. She dares not leave my food slot empty during breakfast or lunch. At that time there was a female that was doing everything, but supervise dinner trays, everything that she was supposed to be doing before the trays got to us. There was no reason for this girl not to leave me a tray. At least as far as I knew, but one evening the deputy called me a liar and I didn’t eat for 12 hours. The next time she tried to do it, the Head-Trustee caught her right outside the door on my left side and whispered, “You can’t not be giving her a tray! “The young woman looked at her hurt. “Why does she get to live in there by herself. I didn’t want to be in a cell with a girl either!” She looked at the Head-Trustee with a little hurt and a lot of anger. I guessed they were forced into a homosexual encounter. I had fought a couple of times and had nearly fought quite a few times. They knew what was coming every time. She was puny and wouldn’t have held up as well as I did. The deputies are in on it, too, sometimes they just walk past you when they are doing their rounds. That’s when they become something other than their name. I thank God for my mother’s tall build and God helping me fight my battle to continue to let me be who I in there and out here. God bless that Trustee, because I got my dinner. Twelve hours is a long time---
Matthew 5:9 - "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God."
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