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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 appliances to my surprise
that truck was parked in front of my door washer
dryer and a refrigerator 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 45 Glock at my door the most beautiful sound
I've ever heard before he stepped foot on my
doorway the five gunmen emerged from the
washer the dryer and the refrigerator 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
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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