Beware the sting of a killa b33... might be fatal to your ego 🐝
Name: D@v!d M. B!üñt
Birthdate: 9/17/1958
Location: ATL 🍑
Why they feelin' The Sting today:
Uncle D@v!d is my so-called step-dad/not-so-distant cousin S0ññy's second-to-youngest brother out of nearly 10 kids.
...And, arguably, the most problematic of the bunch 😬
Uncle D@ve--or, more likely, everyone *around* Uncle D@ve (🙄)--suffers from a severe personality disorder that it, somehow, has been able to get away with not treating for (*yet again*) nearly 70 years of its life.
D@ve grew up t3rr0r!z!ng its many siblings, focusing most of its @tt@çks on its eldest brother, S0ññy; its youngest brother, Chr!s; & their only sister, P3ññy.
It should be mentioned that all of their mom Mi!!ie's kids could be considered "light-skinned;" it's just that some of the kids were also born with colored eyes, just like their (brown-skinned) dad Wi!!i@m Sr.--who had naturally purple-colored eyes.
Uncles D@ve & Chr!s, as well as Aunt P3ññy, had green or hazel-colored eyes; S0ññy had neither, & was constantly reminded of this by its little brother D@v!d, who also gave S0ññy a complex about its supposedly "darker skin tone" relative to itself & their other siblings.
Uncle D@ve also regularly bullied its baby brother Chr!s, who--for literally Chr!s' entire life--has not-so-secretly struggled with their s3xü@!ity to the point that, today, Chr!s is an obviously closeted h0m0s3xü@! "man" (😒) with a deep & profound hatred of *ALL* women, including itself--& especially its mother Mi!!ie 🥀
Of course Aunt P3ññy, the only female sibling in the bunch, didn't escape Uncle D@ve's personal crusade to h@r@$$ the masses; even up until the mid-2000's, this chick would answer in an *extremely* annoyed tone of voice:
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"If *I* don't break my brothers off [s3xü@!!y-speaking], *who will*???"
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Now, us in the family already knew Aunt P3ññy's background of having been @bdüçt3d from a playground as a toddler while on its older brother S0ññy's watch.
As far as any of us were aware, P3ññy *never* sought out treatment to help it process what was--beyond a doubt--an incredibly traumatic event for it & the entire family.
We in the family essentially treated P3ññy as a "ticking time b0mb" of emotion, liable to go all...
The.
Way.
*OFF* at some unknown later date, with entirely unknown & un-explored triggers 😬💣
Then again, conversing with the b!tch is like talking to a snooty attitude-having brick wall that gives disturbing (yet all-too-telling) answers to all the questions you ask of it, like the above-quoted nonsense 😒👎👎
Anyways. Around the time I graduated college, Uncle D@ve was in town for a visit.
Naturally, I swung by my step-grandma/not-so-great aunt's (🙄🧬) house to say "Wassup."
That's when one of the most horrific events of my lifetime occurred, all thanks to Uncle D@v!d + bros.
All my uncles except two--Uncle R!çh@rd & Uncle M!ke (✊🏾)--were present, along with my step-dad S0ññy, one of my uncles' wives, & Aunt P3ññy itself.
Every.
Last.
*ONE* of these negros sat back & watched silently--like a f*cked up reality show or sum'n--as Uncles D@v!d & Chr!s viciously lit into a bish, saying (amongst other things):
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Now that I have an Ivy League degree, I'm gonna "walk around like my 💩 don't stink"
That I'm going to refuse "regular" mustard on my sandwiches from then on & ask for "Gr3y P0up0n" instead
They *both* accused me of "forcing" S0ññy to pay my way through school, when S0ññy didn't contribute a damn cent to my education--the ñ!99@ *just barely* acknowledged me as a human being
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And so much more, y'all, to the point that my memory's blocked out most of the rest in an effort to protect my mental state 😵💫🤦🏾♀️
Throughout that joint s3xü@! @$$@ü!t that occurred right in front of my so-called "family," followers, the most painful & heartbreaking part was that no one--male/female/h3t3r0-/h0m0-/etc.--came to my defense, or even saw the need to defend me *at all* against being @tt@çked by these deeply insecure, unsalvageably imbecilic, literal overgrown & unmedicated incels I've been forced to call 'uncle' my whole life 💔
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And the *absolute* most terrifying part was that they all look just like me 😱
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I guess that's the ultimate plight of being a Black female in America:
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Those who look--who *ARE*--the most familiar to you will be the *very* first to tear you down.
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It's just that, in my experience, it's the same exact dudes who loudly & enthusiastically engage in these s3xü@!!y offensive behaviors that be the first ones to dismiss & disparage Black women for dating outside their race, or for being super independent, or for trying to better themselves & their families by legally hustling their way out the 'hood.
I swear:
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That 'bros before h0es' mentality gon' land some of y'all in an early grave.
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Makes me think of this T@rg3t cashier I met once who was proudly showing me--a young female--his newly-inked M.O.B. ("Money Over B!tches") tattoo.
At the time, I was thinking
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Why is this ñ!99@ showing me this sh!t??? Does he want a cookie or sum'n???
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But, ever the philosopher, I simply said:
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"Ok. But remember:
It's 'Money Over B!tch N!99@s,' too." 💸
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...Dumb a$$ 🖕🤡🖕