Basra- wrote:Zooming down on a typical impoverished neighborhood, one cant help but observe the calmness on the air that is provided from birds view point of vantage. As the camera zooms on one particular house-- house number 234--ilbaah street, the contradiction of the calm air could not be further from what was permeating from the house in question. Two very loud and angry voice could be heard from six blocks away.
" I am an adult hooyo! I am a grown a$$ freaking woman! I will do whatever i want to do" Yelled one meek, younger sounding voice.
" Young lady! DO dont talk to me in that manner. Have you no shame? Have you no manners? I am your mother" Retorted the other deeper cigar hoss voice.
" I will talk to you anyway i want. I do not like to be treated like a child. I am not your little girl, anymore.""
"Oh yes you are. As long as you are under my roof u will do what i say. I will not have my own daughter, my own flesh and blood.....sneak around with an ugly a$$ jamaican dog. You will embarrass me!"
"How dare you mama! How dare you talk about my boyfriend like that? With such degradation tone! You are a racist mama! I hate you ! I hate you":
" And i hate your boyfriend! As long as you are under my roof you will not see that piece of washed up son of a slave from Nigeria"
"Jamaica! He is from JAMAICA!!!!!!! JAMAICA!!! How many times have i told you he is from JAMAICA!!!! Mama --- i hate you ! I hate you! I will have you know that --this Jamaican loves Me. When he makes love to me, my senses abandon my body. I am half dead, half in a fantastic magic land where bullets ring in my head. My G spot utterly and completely ravaged . I am not in control of my body for those glorious few minutes that last an eternity. For a brief transluscent 10 minutes--- i am-one with him! ---------The little girl---poses to wipe off her tears as she sniffed
Meanwhile.....out of his room,.Her dad---comes out with an ak47.....and just begins to shoot at his little romantic inlove daughter! BANG BANG BANG BANG
"Bullets ring in your head,you say?" He asks, as he glared at his falling, dead daughter of his. His mad crazy,totally moryaanic and demonic eyes, high from qaad glaring. The mother running to her daughter crying her lungs out as the camera zoomed out and in the air. All was calm again!
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