Bitchfight

Early in the morning, I was trying to spend time with my main man. The only man. And he didn't have time for me. And I’m basically tired of that shit so I decided I would go out and find any man who didn't look diseased or homicidal. And I found one I thought would be fun for a short period of time. So I spent some time with him. And later on, while we were in his place, this bitch came in there. Apparently she was his woman. Brothers like to leave out details like that.

As usual, she didn't blame the man at all for this. She just explained to me how I am a bitch and a whore and she was going to kill me. So I took my shirt off. I wasn’t trying to get naked. I just wanted her to see my body better. Whenever somebody calls me a whore, I like to make sure she knows if I was one, I would be a better one than her. So she left the room and I explained to the man how I don’t like conflicts like that. He told me I was too emotional and there was too much profanity to make any sense of what I was saying.

Now his woman came back in there with a chef’s knife. So she was still talking about killing me and I was asking the man when he was going to do something to stop that woman. He seemed to think there was nothing he could do. So I took out my butterfly knife and told her I’m ready. Now the man decided he needed to get between us. So I complained about how he didn't want to do anything when she was trying to kill me but he was willing to do something when she might be in danger. And I felt like he was favoring her.

He told me he had to favor her because she was his “babymama” and she was the one paying the rent. And this bitch was talking about how her knife was bigger than mine. I told him I didn't see any baby in there. And I told him a gigolo and a hooker were not ideal parents. And this bitch kept waving her big knife at me and telling me I better leave. But it didn't matter so I left.

I thought the man was going to drive me home but since that didn't work out, I was walking down the street. I figured I would eventually get to a bus stop. And I heard an engine racing. So I figured another fool was driving down the street very fast because he had his shiny new car with his big gold wheels and he felt special. But I heard this sound get close to me. And I turned around and saw the car turn onto the sidewalk.

So I ran into some people’s yard and felt this car driving past me. Then the car backed up and I saw that bitch was driving it. And she came at me again with this car. There were other people, some of them children, in this yard. So I ran back into the street. I don’t know if I ran into the street to lead her away from the innocent bystanders or because I just needed some distance between me and her. I think it was both. And as this bitch drove back into the street, I ran back toward the sidewalk. I figured she couldn’t drive through a tree so I got behind one of them.

And this bitch tried to drive through the tree. I saw her coming toward the tree and I turned around so my back was to the tree. She hit the other side of the tree hard and I saw small pieces of this car flying past me. So I figured it was all over. But I heard her yelling from the car. Talking about how I was a bitch and all the other things she thought I was. I still had my back against the tree. I felt like I had to finish this problem.

So I came back from around the tree and came toward her. She sat in the car, waving her knife and yelling at me through the window. But I didn't hear anything she said. I reached through the window and grabbed her. She wasn’t wearing her seatbelt so it was all too easy. I snatched that bitch out of that car and slammed her back against the car. Then I started hitting her. I was hitting her in her face, fucking her face up.

Then I paused and she started talking again. She told me I fight like a bitch. She told me “that slapping shit ain’t gone get it. You gone have to knock me out”.

So I picked the bitch up and slammed her on the car. Breasts, ass, and pussy were in the air, and then slammed hard into the car. And I picked her up again, turned her upside down, and slammed her on the car again. Then I picked her up, turned her sideways, and threw her on the ground. And I started s tomping her. Then I got grabbed from behind. I drove my elbow into the chest of the person behind me and turned around. Then I saw it was a police officer. So I just stood there and didn't do anything. I was hoping he wouldn’t shoot me or hit me or something.

So I was sitting on the curb while the other woman was arguing with the police. It wasn’t long before she was in handcuffs. And I was wondering how much trouble I was in. Then she told them, “She got a knife”. And I was like, fuck this bitch. But her knife was actually on the ground in full view. And the witnesses told the police everything that happened. So they released me and took her away.

On the way home, I was very distressed. I got on the bus and Negroes were trying to be social but I didn't feel social. One of them told me I looked distressed. So I told him I spent some time with some guy and we didn't really do anything together, but he had a crazy bitch and she wanted to kill me. And on the bus in that part of town, that story didn't seem the least bit strange. When I was almost home, I heard people racing their cars and I was paranoid as hell. Then I got over it. That’s all.

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