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The lady with red dreadlocks Toni Townsend 
Johnson henry she was one rasta Andrews female 
drug dealer from the devils triangle in Tampa outside 
USF where I received mental health treatment for 
my severe anxiety disorder and depressive disorder 
suffering coping with ptsd after retiring wearing wires 
pregnant for the FBI Chicago federal bureau of 
investigations I settled down isolation writing poetry 

and children's books for my kids to take to school to 
my surprise rasta Andrew was actually related to 
Glenn Johnson family from the 30 islanders exiled 
to Canada and back to Jamaica turns off the Jamaicans 
settled in Florida right next door to my home breaking 
into my window jay Townsend Johnson henry a stripper 
she was Toni's daughter trying to submit my poetry 
to gain royalties from my work seated with Gargano 

and my abusive ex after hours from his strip club 
in Tampa bay after a string of break-ins I contacted 
the FBI that's when jay Townsend Johnson henry 
began sending killers shooting in my home desperate 
waiting for the FBI to arrive i took the kids to get 
autographs from Reggie white stopping in Theresa 
candy store i noticed my abusive ex getting out a 
white Tahoe with Toni his dealers finally I also notice 

5 men on a truck moving equipment to my surprise 
that truck was parked in front of my door truck 
truck and a truck on a Sunday 8-14-2003 
Toni wearing red dreadlocks was the driver she pulls 
in shouting kill her she's the rat from up north 
setting all y'all up actually I wasn't setting anyone 
up she shouted this a cue to shoot to kill me in cold 
blood because I reported the break ins the home 

invasions the drug dealers to the FBI fearing for 
my safety after all I wore wires pregnant buying 
weapons and drugs for the FBI for years my identity 
was clearly exposed by these Jamaican ISIS dealers 
as rasta Andrew emerge from the passenger side 
a 9MM at my door the most beautiful sound 
I've ever heard before he stepped foot on my 
doorway the five gunmen emerged from the 

truck the truck and the truck taking 
this Jamaican gunman with such grace like 
navy seals taking down bin laden these Jamaican 
dealers were ISIS identity fraud I though this is 
an unbelievable war zone over my American 
poetry this disgusting female actually believed 
she could have me murdered and resume my 
life here in America I went into a deep dark 

depression severe mental break down she held 
a summer job in the court house falsifying documents 
her mother was known all over the neighbor 
wearing red dreadlocks it signifies queen pin 
drug lord in Linstead Jamaica everyone in the 
courtroom sighed when statements were changed 
from the lady with red dreadlocks to the woman 
wearing a red dress dreads dress red dreadlocks 

whatever you pleasure this is America we kill 
terrorist it was my pleasure to watch these five 
gunmen take down the assassin the terrorist who 
arrived to end my life that bloody august day
Jay Townsend Johnson henry began to stalk 
breaking in my home for under garments bathing 
suits leaving threats driving a Hyundia attempting 
committing identity fraud against me two decades 

later she emerged thee anniversary of the murder 
she found out I was still writing poetry now on 
poetry soup a part of me feel sad for any woman 
so desperate with who they are that they would 
go through such extreme to become someone 
else another part of me feels unrest knowing she's 
violent enraged toxic envy very dangerous and sad 
very sad to have to become me in order feel pretty 
important special my life is filled with so much love
how broken fatal she must be to need to become me
to need to murder me to become a real human being
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