This Punk Ass Letter Cuz
I think the term blessed is an understatement to describe how I feel when it comes to you. On___1987 somewhere in Los Angeles something beautiful took place. Something that could only be touched by the creator of all things. ___ was born.
As she grew in age she experienced a lot of trials. She was often misunderstood and fell into a lot of traps because of her quest just to love and be loved in return. In spite of the emotional scars that came with that part of the journey, she was able to still who she is today...a prepossessing soul!!
As I put pencil to paper I want to convey my deepest gratitude. Thank you for standing up for yourself. Thank you for knowing when enough was enough. Thank you for developing the courage to tell it like it is. You may not see it but behind every burden that you've endured a blessing was waiting in the cracks.
Well I gotta run for now and I'll do my best to express a tad more, next time love.
PS. I love you. IKNADM aka My Bitch (sorry) and oh yeah you can be
For my 37th birthday, he showed up to my house with $370 and "this punk ass letter cuz". At the time I was extremely grateful for it, and I was moved to the point of tears. It was thoughtful and intentional and that was the most important part to me. But in the coming weeks, I would learn that this was just another performative measure to hold over my head to get what he wanted from me. FrampCamp GoodMan didnt do it for the sheer purpose of making me happy, he did it for reasons you'll read about soon. And the very qualities he thanked me for in this "punk ass letter, cuz" were quite literally the very qualities that he hated me for out loud.
And even in something sentimental and sweet he still chose to disrespect my trauma and preference and call me a bitch but felt it should be accepted because he followed with sorry. Remember that Snapple fact for later...because on some Elmer Fudd shit, it was no fun when the rabbit had the gun.
Lastly, IKNADM stood for " I know nigggas aint drinkin mine". One time after we fucked, he went to the bathroom. But before we did it he had put a drink in the freezer. When he went to the bathroom, I got it out for him because I knew he wanted it and I got myself something to drink. From the bathroom all he heard was the refrigerator open and close and he assumed I was drinking his drink.
The nigga comes flying out he bathroom and said "I KNOW NIGGAS AINT DRINKING MINE" he scanned and saw that I wasn't and he looked at me and said "oh" and we both just started laughing. It became a tagline and since I was "his" was ending the letter with that to suggest that I bet not be being consumed by none other than him. And that it was cool for me to be a lawyer with everyone else but not him because he was my warden...
How sweet right? really gets the secretions secreting 😒
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