All I'm gonna say is this:
Anytime one of the guys in the group (I found this out a few years later though) would date someone, they would invite them to a party and rape them (looking back I thank my parents for never letting me go out to a party; my mom always got "dreams" so she knew that something was going to happen and she still gets dreams now). So they'd rape the women they'd date and try to kill them. It wasn't just one person, it was a group of guys who were all friends together. They would pick a girl and go after her. Thank God none of them were killed (to this day I still don't understand why would you want to do that) but the main one I liked had his girlfriend raped a year before I got there (2003 -- I came in 2004) and she went mental -- moved to another state and never came back. No one has seen her since then. But it turns out that for me it was worse. I didn't know that so many chicks who were also friends with those guys and myself (I thought I had girlfriends) were wanting to cut me and fight me because I beat the hell out of their ringleader. I remember my last year there the cosmetology girls were looking for me with hot combs, knives, a few had guns and so forth. It was just me but the club I was in (we were all into some weird sh*t from anime to magic to music) backed me up and one had my back on some "The Craft" type of sh*t and those girls didn't even bother me. They were scared sh*tless of her because she was a hardcore goth
. It was a big mess. They didn't like the light skinned chicks, or "chick in this case" -- ME -- the only light one. I was obviously ditzy and knew nothing about protecting myself or game, but I knew how to fight. It got worse when I got into that fight. We were fighting over the same guy. I thought he liked me but it turns out he didn't but he would confuse me and follow me, be nice...blah blah blah...... It was so bad the other new light skinned chick left our Black Student Association and left the college. She was scared and she was sweet but she left after a few months. Hell even some of the white folks I was cool with were like "girl you do better leaving them alone I know ain't too many black folks here but damn
" I wish I listened
cuz it got worse......
My parents knew something was off about them because the one in college (2004 - it was a community college
and all of this mess was going on) I liked would walk me to my parents' car but never "look up". My mom always say "if he doesn't look up then he's sneaky watch him". That's all I can say. My mom would run into older people who would teach there (but left because it got too gangsta and beyond hood -- folks selling weed on campus out of suitcases and I remember some of the guards and cops coming to make purchases by the cafeteria
.......folks throwing condoms in trees in the parking lot; folks having sex in the food area; naked people running around campus; flashers; folks sleeping in the grass
....condoms on cars....sh*t and p*ss everywhere.....the whole campus smelled like body fluids......weird sh*t) and they would tell her "why didn't you let her go to the colleges that she got accepted into? Why would you make her go there (I wasn't allowed to go to college because of my 2nd oldest sister -- she said "she only wants to go off to get pregnant like very other girl; still haven't dated and never have so that was never true)? Get her out of there that place is no good!
Please protect her get her some mase!
So my dad would ride around and eventually he withdrew me once sh*t popped off. They even got a cop involved and said I wanted to shoot them but it backfired. My sister worked with the judge and officers in higher positions and she found out about it. One call.....They left me alone. I have no clue what that judge did but the harassment stopped. They would see me in the store and run after that. So obviously I got family that know people.
But a year later one of the crazy dudes I was friends with (they used to picked on him too because he was mental a little bit) broke down and told me all hell broke loose once I left. The campus had a major increase in security, folks were getting busted, and a lot of the white folks who were friends with me started telling and people got their butts beat -- fights on top of fights on top of fights. The black friends I did have ran into me months later and confirmed everything that ol' boy told me and folks were getting kicked out of school and so forth -- turns out they were doing it to other light skinned chicks (I honestly don't know why the light chicks were targeted at all ain't sh*t special about us
) that I never knew about or have met. It had been going on since 2002. These dudes were on some hood Gucci Mane Chief Keef sh*t for no reason.
I also found out that I was being watched since 2002 (I was going on 16 in high school and I went to high school with the guy's cousin; who in the hell plans something for 2 years just to mess with somebody?
He went to our rival high school so somehow they knew me before I got there).
It's something I'm honestly still trying to get over because it all happened from 2005 to 2007 which caused me to never finish college but finish online years later. That really messed up my head. I was a very naive girl, my mom taught me nothing about boys/men and I was friends with all the black folks in the game room; come to find out they didn't like me. I was so damn sheltered if you told me dogs could talk at night I'd probably believe it. Hell mama was still beating on my ass at 19
until my dad told her to stop and that's enough of that foolishness.
I'm 30 now....much stronger but I have a brick wall up emotionally when it tends to come to my own people out here. I run into the one that almost lost his life every now and then and man......
.......while I look healthy and happy, but still careful
. I can't wait until I'm able to move away from here and not come back. I will fly my family out to see me f*ck coming back. I've said before I live in a redneck area but that school is in a ghetto area so it's our closest one.
But I live in a small ass town outside of Houston so a lot of the folks are nutty as hell here. I only tell people I'm from Houston and I prefer to keep it that way. Karma is real though because the guy I liked ended up almost losing his life in 2009 and it took him a hot minute to recover. He lost a lot of weight and is only 10 pounds heavier than me now. He looks 50 and we're only a year apart. I think once my crazy friend told they did something to him. I haven't heard from him since.
But as far as the guy I liked that got hurt...................God don't like ugly.
................and I am forever grateful and stay prayerful and thankful that I am here, 30 years old, alive and I'm grateful that my parents knew how to peep game. I went through that to wake me up and not be so nice. I just wish I could fully heal and trust again but it's kinda hard to.
)
"When you gone marry my boy?"
I fall asleep on the phone now I love to see my friends' faces instead! But I always got that "future daughter in law thing" and I was never dating any of them at all. Guess I'm special.
"Yoooo! Razor Ramon 'bout to hit him with that Edge boss!"
"Negro, it's too early in the match, GoldDust going to kick out."
"The fetch? Were he come from?"
....until she pick up the phone.
and you be trying to talk slick to her. 
