Vengeance: infliction of punishment in return for a wrong committed. Yep, that's one way the dictionary puts it. In my opinion vengeance is sweet and bitter, empty or full desire seeking fulfillment. It's a longing type of desire completed with gratification a sweet treat, payback. Setting up the most perfect get back varies in the methods used. See with vengeance you sometimes let the receiving end think they are in the clear out of sight out of mind, but we all know that's a lie especially with feelings involved.
Why does one seek vengeance? Simply put, because a bitch done fucked up! They done fucked with you, your family, money or all. I mean they all kind of intertwine. Messing with either can fuck with your heart and mind, and who likes those two things played with? Why is it always someone who thinks they have the upper hand, as well as the mega master plan? When in theory they just digging up their own fucked up hand. Vengeance, it's my life it's my story. I got a couple of vengeance or had a couple of vengeance. Shit I thought I had a vendetta but I grew to learn it wasn't that deep. Either way I wanna share my story it ain't no love story, no sob story, or even inspiring story, it's my story a true story a story I been living and still the fuck is.
Let me introduce myself before I tell any more of my business. What up doe? I go by Mina some call me Mimi. Damina Rose if you family. I don't care what you call me, call me shit just don't fuck with me. I'm a Highland Park Mich. born diva, HP being the mistress of Detroit in my eyes, in others it's just a crack whore to the pimp city. A little small fucked up city within a bigger fucked up city if you not really from the "D" then you probably don't know bout it and if you don't know you betta learn it ain't shit to be played with. I'm 5'5 one hundred and twenty seven pounds, a nice voluptuous double D cup, twenty five inch waist blame it on the planks, and two big hands full of ass. I'm rocking a jet black at the bottom honey blonde then straight bleached at the top reaching an inch beneath my shoulders when its wearing its natural ringlet curl, with a milk chocolate complexion to compliment it all. I have two favorite features of myself one being my teeth they are straight, mine, and white perfect. Two would be my eyes no special color just dark brown but the way they were drawn, magnetic. I guess yawl can tell I love's me down boo.
Even though I was born up north well Mid-West to be exact I'm a southern bell at heart with Tampa all deep down in my soul. Why you ask, because it's the city that really molded me. A city I learned to use what I got and know, to get whatever it is that I want and need. My teacher if you will. Where I learned the saying, "The South is where it's at". A saying I learned was true. Now there ain't nothing like up north now from the gritty music, original gangstas, home of the true soul music, crack heads, pimps and hoes, from the cold weather to the original hairdos and nails.
I love my metro Motown-Rock City in my eyes it's nothing realer. But you know we always want something on the side a down bitch, down south that's my down bitch. It's a different excitement a feel good vibe if you will the music the weather even style of dress it's just loud bright inviting. Seemed like in the south money never stopped I guess that's why the sun stays shining a little longer and no snow in sight so we can keep on moving and can't be slowed down, you know how us black folks hate snow and cold. Well I do if you don't. Yep the city that really molded me into who I am today. Highland Park gave me a steady foundation and Tampa planted on top of it. People that I know and known have said my life's a story, so here are a couple chapters. This story is my introduction facts and memories, you won't meet the present me till towards the very end just sit back and enjoy the ride.