when a woman"s fed up

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Album: Public men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving as...See More — in Charlotte, NC. Photo: men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving ass..the only tears she shed are tears of joy while watching you beg like a bi#ch for your life...when a womens fed up is a raw off tha chain novel of a church going women looking for God,the perfect husband and unconditonal love..what she finds is pain,deceit,and the truth about life...which is ...love don"t love nobody. To relieve the pain she sells her soul to satan .Thing is she dosn"t team with him..they become one..when a women fed up never has a dull moment..http://www.publishamerica.net/product48180.html http://santoniot.blogspot.com/

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Album: Public
men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving as...See More
— in Charlotte, NC.
Photo: men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving ass..the only tears she shed are tears of joy while watching you beg like a bi#ch for your life...when a womens fed up is a raw off tha chain novel of a church going women looking for God,the perfect husband and unconditonal love..what she finds is pain,deceit,and the truth about life...which is ...love don"t love nobody. To relieve the pain she sells her soul to satan .Thing is she dosn"t team with him..they become one..when a women fed up never has a dull moment..http://www.publishamerica.net/product48180.html

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Album: Public men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving as...See More — in Charlotte, NC. Photo: men beware !when this chick says she"s sick of your shit it won't be long before you're found dic#kless or dead..maybe both..long gone are the nights of her sleeping on a tear stained pillow crying over your trifflin half a heart loving ass..the only tears she shed are tears of joy while watching you beg like a bi#ch for your life...when a womens fed up is a raw off tha chain novel of a church going women looking for God,the perfect husband and unconditonal love..what she finds is pain,deceit,and the truth about life...which is ...love don"t love nobody. To relieve the pain she sells her soul to satan .Thing is she dosn"t team with him..they become one..when a women fed up never has a dull moment..http://www.publishamerica.net/product48180.html http://santoniot.blogspot.com/

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Submitted: September 08, 2012

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here is a few pages of when a womens fed up it will bee out in three weeks

FAMILY TIES
Renee Smith was born with a birth-defect but to her it felt more like
a curse. She sat in a corner on a thin pissy blue sheet. She was never
allowed to leave the corner unless she had to use the bathroom. She
just sat there refl ecting on her life.Her memories were a mixture of
dread and pain. She had been born
with moles the size of mothballs,
that covered her entire body from head to toe
. What a curse. As painful as it was to look in the mirror the effects
where mild compared to her mothers comments and abuse.Not
looking in the mirror at herself was somewhat easy living with her
momma was worst than the curse it’s self.
Her mother would look at her and her expressions would change
from a cringe in the face to that of pain and anger! She would cry,
and put her teared cover face in her palms and ask GOD why me lord
why me.It was like she had just gotten the news that a love one had
just died a tragic death. She’d lift her face from her palms walk over
to Renee and hawk spit on her.Then she’d wipe her teared covered
face with a look of terror, and say to Renee “You’re a monster. You’re
an ugly motherfucker, and I hope you have a period and the bleeding
never stops.” The sad part is that she truly meant it.
As for her father, she never knew him and maybe it was better that
he never came around she had enough physical abuse, or emotional
pain in her life as is. Her brother Tony was only four so he didn’t
understand that she was different; he’s the only person that never
looked at her like she’s a disease.
They lived at the toll house a roach and rat infested boarding room
off Wilkerson Blvd in THE QUEEN CITY (CHARLOTTE N C). The
house is a lime green three bedroom one bathroom shit hole. The front
door, which is never locked, leads to a straight piss stained wooden
hallway.
When a Woman’s Fed Up 45
Renee, her brother, and her mother live in the fi rst room to the right
of the hallway. In the room on the left directly across from Renee and
her family, lived a 6o year old women named May. May was always
falling down drunk and at some point of each day, someone would
fi nd her dead drunk in the middle of the hallway. Her crooked dingy
blond wig was usually on the fl oor from where it had falling of her
head and she would just lay there nine out of ten times with a wet
urine spot on her pants. ( She’s legendary when it comes to keeping
a wet ass).
The hallway and the bathroom serves as a safe heaven for homeless
crack heads .It smells like one of those dumpsters that drunks piss
behind everyday.Tricks, and prostitutes and when it gets dark, it seems
like junkies come out the ground and run around like roaches do in the
night Both the female and drag queens prostitutes suck dick, smoke
crack, and have sex all night right in the hall way or in the bathroom.
About three feet down the hallway on the right is a roach infested
kitchen .The fl oor is covered with fi lthy white towel nailed down with
old rusty thumb tax. The rusty stove is also fi lthy and roach infested
as the other rooms in the house. All the stove eyes looks like they
been burned by a fl ame thrower; the sink keeps a pile of dirty dishes
and a nest of living and dead roaches; the refrigerator is brown, dirty,
empty, and unplugged. What little food the tenets have is
Either in their rooms in ice coolers or on their dressers. None of
them is stupid enough to leave food out to be eaten by staving crack
heads after one of their runs.
At the end of the hall way on the left is an old mans room who
never comes out his room. Directly across from his room is the run
down, disgusting, shit-fi lled bathroom. The tub is rusty, keeps a dried
up old bloody tampon in it, piss and shit feels the tub, sink and toilet.
Renee’s mother was a straight crack head. When ever someone come
over to get high she sit Tony out side in tha hallway beside Miss MAY
with his only toy a miniature hard plastic batman action fi gure.That
the insane part the bitch take a strong hit and go straight to the hall
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and ask miss cat if everything all right, and she’s passed out dead
drunk in her own piss.Its sad because she thinks not only that Miss
May is watching Tony but her smoked out ass thinks she’s doing the
right thang. She looks at Renee and say cover your ass up monster
before I come over and stomp a mud hole in your retarded ass; Renee
would cover her head under her thin pissy sheet .They would all still
be in tha same room so Renee could peep threw her old thin sheet.
she stayed peeping out one of the many holes in the sheet.she enjoyed
watching her moms licking deep throating tha dick and getting fuck.
as long as she could remember she has never been touched by anyone.
even when her moms beat her which was on a daily she would never
use her hands or feet for that matter.she would always use a drop cord
or that one black burned up pan.When her moms would be hollering
yes o o o the man would be soon to follow saying shit baby take this
dick yea o shit then lick clock work he would grab her moms waist
start shaking .No matter which man he would always shake at the
end.renee never knew why they shook. Word on the street is she got
that snapper and she don’t play with tha dick when she sucks it.So
its no surprise that her street name is eattem up. Cassandra is her real
name she use to be a bad muther fucker in her prime. She’s 40 and
been smoking crack for six years every since she was 20 years old.
She was 5’7 135pounds dark chocolate smooth beautiful skin a nice
round wide ass thick ass legs calfs,and thighs .Her face was a-little
long but it was full.her eyes would change colors grayish brown light
blue mixed with bronze depending on the angle your looking at her.
the bitch done smoked so much dope tell you see death every-time
you look at her no matter if you’re eye too eye or on the moon looking
thew high powered binoculars.All thats left is a skinny toothless dead
soul.one day one of her tricks was a drunk. This particular day he was
sloppy drunk and he ask Cassandra why you keep that girl in that
corner like that? She answered because she’s ugly.She just stared her
until she ask; niggar why the fuck you looking at me like that? He
answered I was just wondering if thats the case why you ain’t got your
ugly ass over there with her?
When a Woman’s Fed Up 47
(RENEE)
The last day I saw my momma and Tony they where dancing to
Marvin Gayes ( Lets Get It On) Momma was happy and high in sprits
which never happens unless she is out of dope and someone knocks
on the door with crack to turn her on .Than she’s happier than a punk
with a bag of dicks.This joy without crack is a very fi rst. I sat and
watched them then life seem to go in slow motion I heard a loud boom
we all where frighten by the noise.We turned towards the thin wooden
door that lead to our room.The door swung open and two men walked
in our room .The fi rst man threw the door was a short fat man. He
was about 5’6 350 pounds.It was obvious he had on a to pay it was
black an it was not working for him neither was anything else he had
on.he wore a cheap ass no name red white a blue jogging suit that was
jacked in his ass and those pants defi ned high waters they came up at
least an inch past his ankles .He had a dried up Jerry a head
Shaped like a pit bull and those fangs he had looked badly coffee
and cigarette stained.they looked pointed and like he had just ate a
pile of shit.He grabbed my momma around her neck from behind with
his tree size forearms and dam near choke the life out of her. One of
her eye vessels burst the white part of her right eye was blood shot
red she went from kicking scratching swing and scream to silence no
movement and her head being slumped over his huge fore arms.
The second man threw the door thought he was a pretty as niggar.
He strolled in he was just around6 feet tall a low fade he had that
dark shinny natural good hair .The kind you know he was born with a
good grade he had on a short sleeve peach polo shirt with a very light
yellow a pair of those white boy checker board shorts that hung well
past his knees. his shoes was some brown oxfords low cuts he wore
with out socks.He had a huge chest arms, a six pack that you could see
threw his shirt he was so fi ne that those chicken legs didn’t look that
bad on him.He had that chain gang build.
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Tony couldn’t take the shit no more he ran and kicked fat boy on
his leg and said nigger put my momma down. Those was his last
words Boom! Boom! Two shots to the back of his head.instantly my
fi ve year old brother lay face down with two holes the size of golf
balls in the back of his head. I could see his part of his brain hanging
out the back of his head, as I watch Tonys blood ooze out his head I
felt piss running down my legs. Momma was still out cold she didn’t
bulge
.I was brought out my trace when this tall pretty high yellow movie
star looking women walked in .SHE WAS MY TWIN MINUS THE
MOULDS.She was Gucci down in lavender from head to toe her skirt
and shoes must have been made out of brontosaurs; or some en stink
animal .I’ve never seen no shit like that. her long beautiful hair hung
over her shoulders clean to her ass.No weave the only way to describe
her is tall thick high yellow and beautiful.She could walk in a room
with Beyonce make her say dam and want to become a lesbian just to
freak with her.
This was treacherous bitch though; she walk up to Fatboy and my
momma she grabbed my momma by her hand full of hair pulled her
head all the way back to espouse her entire neck she took her time and
with her free hand she reach in her bosom pulled out one of those long
sharp silver straight razors that the old school barbers use to shape a
niggar up and his shape up it self looks sharp enough to cut you if you
touch his outline.She placed the razor at on end of mommas throat
and cut clean to the other end of her throat. blood gushed from her
throat and got on Fatboy. he dropped mommas body you could hear
her body splash in her own pool of blood. Fat boy looked at her and
said bitch she was already dead. No soon as he got his last word out
she kneed him in the nuts and when he crouched over in pain and
grabbed his nuts she slit his throat from ear to ear just like she did
momma .And just like momma he bleed like a hog and dropped dead
in his own blood dead.
When a Woman’s Fed Up 49
TRIFLEN
I looked down at Pete to make sure his bitch ass was dead he was
gonna die anyway
Without calling me a bitch both these clowns live in Blvd Homes
in the same neighbor hood where my father lives.the approached my
boyfriend Lue several about getting some money but the wanted some
work from Lue.
This pretty muther fucker here shot that child for trying to be a
protector to his mother.even though the once a month bleeding crack
head bitch aint shit it was the boys mother and he did what all males
do protect the females they love. Pretty Ricky been trying to hit on me
on the sly. I played along with it cause I need him and big fat ass mike
for fall guys and they thought both thought the was gonna get the
three stacks I paid them before we got here. I turned towards pretty
and said bitch come reach in this fat muther fuckers pocket and get
my got dam money. The pretty muther fucker had the nerve to take his
time I look at him and bitch if you don’t come get my muther fuck in
money now .He rushed then got the money out mikes pocket and tried
to hand it to me I grabbed his hand took thee of his fi ngers and open
my legs looked him in his eyes and slowly sled them in my pussy then
I sled them out even slower I never lost eye contact with him I took
his wrist and guided his fi ngers all the way into my mouth I begin to
suck hard and eased his fi ngers out my mouth still guide by his wrist
and still looking in his eyes. I reached in my back right skirt pocket
and pulled out a white card key to motel 6 off Clinton Road and I 77
said come on daddy I got us a room. I grabbed his pussy juiced hand
and headed out the door I let go of his hand and bent down and wiped
my straight razor on big mikes shirt. As I turned to get up I noticed a
little girl in a dingy sheet staring at me.
I walked to her leave no stones unturned is my motto with all my
might I drew the bade back looking in her eyes it was no fear her
eyes; she was ready to die and her eyes said it.The longer the more i
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saw MYSELF, dam it was true she was my sister for the fi rst time in
my life i haD mercy for someone besides Lue.I Lowered my straight
razor and told my sister to come on she climb from under the sheet,
dam that pissy smell from her sheet was taken me there.I grabbed her
hand and we all headed to my fathers house.

 


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