While most of y’all were going in on me for being the first to bring
Marlon Marlo’s psychological imbalances to light, it would seem that as time goes by, my theory is proven correct.
Mario Marlo’s mugshot’s weren’t enough proof, I provided a letter from the family of her DECEASED victim (still not enough). Then this heffa sends me that stupid cease & desist letter talmbout I was ruining her reputation by calling her “Shady”.
Oh yeah… let’s not forget about Marlo’s issues with the African girls’ nappy hair.
But that’s all in the past, right?
Marquavious Marlo is finally showing her true colors, so I can ease up a bit and let her do it herself.
Clothes is where it started, but pretty things of all kinds would soon take over as family, and a connection to them, became more and more fleeting. Pretty hair would follow clothes, then furniture and eventually a pretty home.
[Sidebar: First comes furniture, THEN comes a home? Aiight then… ]
But wait… there’s more!
My family, or rather, various members of it, would at different times fall into drug addiction, nieces and nephews would follow into the foster care system, and love, the true kind, the kind I had searched for my whole life, never came.
Clothes were my refuge, clothes were what I could have, clothes had to fill the void where a mother and a father, a loving home, and a family should have been.
Cue the violins… *sigh*
Clothes are important to me and they lie at the core of who I am.
But I know that there will come a day when I will have the most precious label of all, one I have searched for my whole life, the one I will be most proud of.
One day, I will have a family and I will speak about them glowingly, I will show them off and I will go to them when I want to smile. I can’t wait to see this design…
I can’t wait either
Marky Mark Marlo!
I wonder how she’ll fit all those
adopted kids cause we all know men can’t give birth in the midst of all that luxury?
Hmmmm…. stay tuned!