They want to smell my Pussy! by Frankie Dawson

Lord, help me, Go slow, damn it...don't make any sudden moves. Holy Spirit, help me, nobody believes me. Just breathe, breathe..look straight ahead...he's just a man, but he's a white man, please let him hate me enough to keep his distance...no, he's too close to me, he's in my space...Jesus, Jesus, help me...he wouldn't want the public to see him in a bad light, he wouldn't want to disgrace his uniform, this is broad daylight, yeah, yeah, he has a wife probably children...he's just being told to do this...remember there are cameras in the elevator; oh but shit they can erase your black ass off the picture. God, help me, breathe, breathe, breathe...relax your grip, it's all right!

The door is opening, he's getting off the elevator. Whew!

Ft. Worth, Texas a couple of years ago, 2019, downtown Ft. Worth, I've been accepted in the Master Gardeners class. I had visited a church in north Texas, I was impressed with the church grounds. I found out the pastor's wife was responsible, she was a Master Gardner. That's what I wanted to be. The church grounds were impeccable. I wanted to stay at that church, but the military had got to them first; and they were scared of me.

I couldn't understand why the fucking Niggars were more mean to me than the white fucks! God, why? This black bitch kept needling me, her short Niggar husband would do quick moves and try to look in my eyes, to see if he had successfully caused me to go off. Were they assigned to make me react, cause a scene?

Dark-skinned, black ass Niggars would sit by me and stare me in the face, one put his hand on my shoulder, I didn't move his hand, I kept looking him in the face. He slid his hand down to my breast; I didn't move! He wanted to incite me so they could carry me away. Why were they doing this in this church? Were they trying to push me to the limit so I would cause a scene in the church? I knew the mother fuckers had guns. There were secret police, armed, at the church. ...this is the military, Did you want to be the hero, military? Did you want to "save the day" at my expense? Did you want to impress white pussy?

I run into more hell when white women are in the majority. Men, Niggars, especially white fuckers want to impress white women by how demeaning they can be to me; and all the time the mother fuckers are lusting after me. For some reason; this is a turn on!

So I said fuck it; I'll just be a Master Gardner.

It was obvious the military had gotten to the Ft. Worth police, too. Get this, I had been a volunteer prison chaplain for over two years, right there at the Tarrant County Corrections Center, just across the street. Why were they doing this? Why were they following me? Why the grim faces? They'd follow me just close enough then disappear but they were always white and short, they'd move quickly!

Just like in the military, the short white bastards would get close to me with a tall white fucker in the distance.

Anyway, I wanted to stay in the Master Gardner's Class.

They got the white ladies worked up as usual. Those bitches were scared shitless...there was an African woman and another Niggar woman, but they kept their distance. When I couldn't take the stares anymore; I would get up and walk around the building...sure enough there was the police, always white, same look, they would keep their distance, but make sure I could see them.

When I get on the elevator, one would wait until the door was almost closed, stick his hand between the doors, and stand next to me. God, don't let them kill me, please Lord...the military was setting me up? Why?

I had to figure out a way to stop this...help me Holy Spirit!

Psalm 141:9 Keep me from the jaws of the trap which they have set for me. And from the snares of those who do iniquity.

There was more testing in the Master Gardner Class; they, the military made sure they kept the people in fear of me. They didn't give a shit about the public, they just wanted you fuckers in FEAR at my expense! Even the Mexicans had their part to play...one Mexican woman brought her baby to the garden house which housed dangerous chemicals...following me around to seeing how I would react.

Question: How did I get the police to stop following me?

I sent an email to all the higher-ups, the people in charge. I knew I couldn't be intelligent and ask them politely to stop harassing me...I just wanted to be a Master Gardner, I'm not vying for attention. I just wanted to take the class! I said,

"The police are following me everywhere I go...they want to smell my pussy!"

They disappeared like the morning mist.