Robyn Fisher sees black women as mythical and superhuman. Why should she not? The magic comes from realness, the love, the flesh, hair. They way words are formed and how it rolls off the lips. The way they rally around each other when needed.
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I was hiding in my bathroom from Jake because he had been beating me for the last twenty-four hours. My parents are coming into town today with my little sister. Tommie is a sweet kid, she loves her big sister.
I can't let her see me like this.
"Come clean this fucking kitchen back up. With your fat ass, I didn't have this fucking dish. Nasty ass pig" she said pushing the door open.
"It was just one dish..."
"I don't give a fuck bitch if it were just a spoon. Come clean up my damn kitchen."
He moved in two weeks ago. I didn't ask him to, I came home from work one day and he was moving his things in.
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I finished cleaning the kitchen. I have been up all night and had to make an excuse as to why my parents couldn't come over last night.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jake asked as I was getting in the bed and four am.
"I have to work at eight, I need to get some sleep."
"Nah."
"I need to sleep."
"Floor."
He pointed and I looked down and he had pillows down, and a blanket.
"Since you want to act like a dog you'll be treated like one. Floor" he said, rolled over, and closed his eyes.
I laid down on the floor, and just tried to get some sleep.
Eve Agency
I am exhausted, so freaking exhausted.
"You have a visitor" Alex our floor receptionist stated.
"Who is it?"
"A girl named Kristina Carper?"
"Okay, you can send her end," I said.
"Your nose is bleeding."
"Thank you," I said hurrying to wipe my nose with the back of my hand.
Alex walked out, and I cleaned myself with some napkins I had on my desk.
