I don’t know where to start.

Maybe it’s location, or set, but gang affiliation or whatever is not what you think it is.

TW

I’m just like you maybe. Grew up with good parents. Had an education.

I fell inlove, That was my sin.

I ended up being drugged up and prostituted out and raped. trap house to trap house. It was hard to drug me, and I also didn’t help myself. I was trying to escape in everyway I could. Every substance imaginable? Yes please. Fucking kill me. Absolutely.

Ended up in the back of a trap house one night, like the fucking back yard of this shit ass nasty trap house PUKING my guts out.

I see some guy that looked 8ft behind me, dressed head to toe in blue. He scared me so bad that I fell into my own vomit and I started crying and asking him please do not hurt me and that I was so tired.

“I saw you were sick, and I brought you baby wipes because I have a kid and had them on me, and I got water too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The more that blue came into my life, the safer I was. Some sets have rules they follow and the shit that was being done to me was not appreciated. My name went around, for some reason, no reason my name went around and If it was mentioned I was protected.

They almost killed my ex. My “pimp”

And they set me free, they sent me home. They said go home to your momma. So I did. That was it. Paid for food, transportation.

They saved my fucking life. There was a whole case. I was a whole case, with a detective trying to find me. I was a missing fucking person.

I have no association, I went home and stayed gone and got my OWN home and stay inside.

And now I find myself favoring the color blue.

Still fucking insane to me.

I have PTSD, but dress me in blue.

Community revolution in progress