Good Will to Ghetto in the City

 I left work the other day, and was walking along minding my own business, a guy in his late twenties to early thirties approached me to ask for money.  Now some may disagree with giving money to beggars but in a world that treats the unfortunate so harshly I find it hard to say no when i’m so blessed. Now this brother presented well until I gave him my one pound contribution.  At which point he decided to get loud on me becoming aggressive and invading my personal space while demanding more money.  Now I may look sweet( I know I mean mug in my pics) and be able to converse on a number of topics but when it comes down to it, my old skool values systems run deep.

Meaning, if a grown ass man runs up in my personal space trying to intimidate for any reason I am going to cuss him off and or come out swinging.  This predator was so shocked at my aggression levels when I started up that he kept it moving. This fool really tried my patience because every time you try to leave behind your childish ways your human rights especially as a female are compromised till you are forced to reach back to the coarsest version of yourself in order to protect you and yours.  We are told by society that violence is wrong to spite the fact that the United Kingdom violently occupies several foreign territories as a nation. (lets not even go into British history) I do not promote the use of weapons but I do believe that some-times you have to speak to people in a language that they understand.   This language is called Ghetto Speak. Aka I will bruk out on any fool that tries a ting. Chuh!