D- VALLEY
by KING MILLI
Dear reader,
My name is Tisha Covington Jackson. I was reared in an environment of violence and hatred for the black woman. My father was in love with a Caucasian girl who left him for a white man and a suburban existence. Her name was Amy. Daddy was too blind to see she was trailer trash but she gave good head and didn't talk back. He worshipped her complexion, while hating his own. Daddy felt like he was stealing the white man's prize. He gave her all the love and respect he never gave us, blindly thinking he was elevating in life and status. The woman looked like a hard times Pam Anderson. My father beat my mother because she wasn't her. One night the beating got so bad he was about to kill her. I ran to a shed out back, grabbed a double barrel shotgun, and put two in the nigga’s chest. The mutha fucka deserved it. I was only eight. From that moment I would be my mother's protector. I vowed a man would never control me the way they did her. I would control them. As time went on this control would not only be financial but sexual. I would open a club that exploited male flesh and be master of a sexual plantation. It would be no different than what men had done since the beginning of time. I would not let the dick control me. I would control the dick. Welcome to my journey.
Sincerely,
Tisha Covington Jackson
My name is Tisha Covington Jackson. I was reared in an environment of violence and hatred for the black woman. My father was in love with a Caucasian girl who left him for a white man and a suburban existence. Her name was Amy. Daddy was too blind to see she was trailer trash but she gave good head and didn't talk back. He worshipped her complexion, while hating his own. Daddy felt like he was stealing the white man's prize. He gave her all the love and respect he never gave us, blindly thinking he was elevating in life and status. The woman looked like a hard times Pam Anderson. My father beat my mother because she wasn't her. One night the beating got so bad he was about to kill her. I ran to a shed out back, grabbed a double barrel shotgun, and put two in the nigga’s chest. The mutha fucka deserved it. I was only eight. From that moment I would be my mother's protector. I vowed a man would never control me the way they did her. I would control them. As time went on this control would not only be financial but sexual. I would open a club that exploited male flesh and be master of a sexual plantation. It would be no different than what men had done since the beginning of time. I would not let the dick control me. I would control the dick. Welcome to my journey.
Sincerely,
Tisha Covington Jackson
