i am so shaken up right.
i can’t even think straight.
i want to cry.
i want to beat this nigga’s ass.
i want to call the police.
i want to do nothing.
i don’t even get it…
i’m on the phone with star fox,
talking about bullshit,
and i hear this girl scream and this loud thud in my hallway.
confused, i opened up my door quietly and looked out.
this wolf that lives in my building is beating the hell up out this vixen.
he is punching her and slapping her in the face.
she is literally screaming.
he then takes her by her hair and drags her into the stairway.
she is hollering bloody murder at this point.
he is yelling at her.
i become numb and i start to shake.
i hate that.
i hate domestic violence.
last time i called the police, they never showed up.
i use to see this same wolf with his mother at like 15.
you know the story…
single mother, poor, and living on welfare.
he would always dap me when he saw me.
over the year, i saw him get wrapped up with the neighbor ragga muffins.
smoking, gang signs, dropped out of school, and the niceness faded.
i noticed he would be with a big chick.
she would always look sad when she was with him.
she would follow him around like a puppy dog.
i’m also sure she was sponsoring his life,
as he has no job and basically does nothing all day.
it saddened me to hear/see her getting beat up.
she ran out the building, in a few minutes, he went looking for her.
thankfully, he didn’t find her.
this is not the first time i have seen domestic violence up close with young wolves and vixens.
i go to get my mail and this wolf is beating up his baby mama.
sadly, the baby was in the stroller watching.
another incident was another young wolf dragging his vixen across the street by her hair.
he then gave her a mean uppercut that made her stop fighting.
fifteen minutes later,
he brings her outside by her neck while holding a metal rod in his hand.
that shit makes me so sad.
i hate to see that type of shit.
it really disturbs me.
that shit fucked my day up.
i bet she will be back with him tomorrow.