Toni the lady with red dreadlocks

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