theambitiousescapist

[theambitiousescapist]

There was some incident with Tory Lanez and Megan thee Stallion so time ago and I wrote on it but was unable to share it so I wanted to share it now.

So I just got into a debate with an old acquaintant of mine in regards to the megan the Stallion and Tory lanes incident. She Insist that Tory didn't shot megan and that she is a liar. I don't intend to comment on the situation of whether or not he was the one that shot her but she did get shot and that makes her a victim. which simply means that anyone that's coming down on megan is victim blaming which is very common in today's society. This can be seen in other situations such as domestic violence where the victim is blamed or faulted for not coming forward sooner, when no-one knew the reason why she did't come forward, no-one knows what happened in that household.I am thoroughly disgusted with today's society and especially how black women are treated. I am a young black woman myself and it breaks my heart everytime I see or read how black women are left behind and treated like dirt especially by "our" black men that should be protecting us. I know that I should'nt blame all black men because not all are like that but I have seen too much and I'm just about fed up. I decided about a year ago that I would never become intimately or emotionally involve with another black man as a way of respecting my beautiful black women that have been wronged by them. I know that we are not wronged by them alone but it does feel like betrayal on their part. I know that this can come off as me being narrow minded but sometimes that's the best way I can deal with situations like this. I know I may become a hypocrite in the future and probably change my mind but I highly doubt that since I have never broken a promise or vow to myself. I know I said this would be a blog where I share stories that I've written but this is kinda like a diary entry I hope you guys can look at it as a story.

[theambitiousescapist]

Recently I've been intersted in writing short stories so I want to share this one with you guys.

Growing up, my friends and I would roam the community looking for any and everything to play. Summer holidays were the most fun because we would cross the cow pasture to pick fruits or go to the river. Sometimes we would even leave the house at night to go pick guava from the tree in our neighbor’s yard. One Friday afternoon of summer 2013 my friends, my siblings and I, basically a group of us decided to go to Mr. Poota’s farm to pick guineps. We were not allowed on his property, so we were basically stealing the fruits. We had planned this from the day before and thought that this would be the best time since he would go out to the pasture to gather his animals before night fall. We ran to the neatly chopped bush that fenced his farm and crouch down waiting for him to leave. When he finally left, we all pushed and shove to get to the tree first so that we could get as much as possible before he got back. No one wanted to stand watch because they knew the others would gobble up everything for themselves. Five of us climbed the tree while the rest stayed on the ground to collect the guineps and put them in the bags. We were all so immersed in the process and causing a commotion that we did not realize that the farmer got back. I was looking up at my friends in the tree when a stone flew pass my face. I stepped back in astonished and my mind went blank. We all turned at the same time before we all scattered in different directions. I heard him whistle and I instantly got nervous because I knew he was calling the dogs. I hid behind the pig pen; the smell assaulted my nose, but I had no other choice. While hiding, my sister ran pass with one of the dogs on her tail. I knew it was going to catch uo to her so I had to act fast and throw a stone at it. It stopped chasing her and came back in my direction. I saw the gate to the exit but it was too far away so I could only do the next best thing. I ran and jumped through the barbed wire fence at the side of the farm, tearing my clothes in the process. I was already pumped with adrenaline when I heard a loud bang. The farmer fired his rifle to scare us and it worked. I almost shat my pants. It was now completely dark which mean I cannot see anything, and it felt like my heart was on a treadmill. I continue to run through the pasture then proceeded to jump the fence to my backyard. When I got inside everyone was already here splattered out on the floor heaving and panting. I was the last one to get in and I thank God that we all got back safe. We all went back outside to the back yard and sat on the bench trying to cool off before our parents suspect anything. We were able to calm down before taking a shower to refresh ourselves. We were frightened back then but every time we meet up after that we would sit and talk about it while reenacting the event from our perspective and laughing in hysteria. One of us could have gotten hurt or worst got shot but it was one of our best childhood memories that will forever stick with us.