Dear Justice (Guinea E)

I´m a native from Guinea E. I witness all kinds of things everyday. I´m not an activist. I´m not an angry black woman since black woman are perceive as angry & aggressive. I´m a very calm person I rather write about how I feel instead of talking. I´m not good with words.

The justice system in Guinea E is fuck up just like anywhere else you go around the world. every country has there own issues. the law here in Guinea E is not on your side unless you´re one of the big people. if you happened to be lucky or come across a good cop than you might have a different perspective on the situation.

I know about the good cop & bad cop, bad politicians, judges, lawyers,leaders, corruption etc.

To serve and protect an individuals right? where is justice? tell justice we need justice for men,women,children,& animals. God´s children are not to be mistreated for only God has the right to do so.

What gives you the right to intimidate me? or arrest me without a good reason, and than rape me, to stop me and ask for my number and if i refuse I get in trouble, hit me with cables & leave bruises on my skin as if i was a slave or a dog, threatening my life, perceive as nothing, a slut, piece of shit, scum bag, verbal abuse to destroy who I am on the inside so there´s nothing left for reconstruction. thank you for the damage you´ve done.

I´m not a criminal, the real criminal is not even behind bars. A lot of them are kept for 2 or 3 days in jail then release outside back to the streets so they can commit more crimes(killing,raping,& stealing). Dear justice, who named you justice? I´m paranoid, I´m scare, I pray I don´t get hurt, I pray so nobody gets hurts, I´m stuck, would you please find kindness somewhere in your heart and tell JUSTICE or the Law enforcement to be fair to God´s children.

I´m just a piece of shit to men in Guinea E that´s the message behind it. I was born with a vagina & if feels like a curse. An object you can use, than throw away whenever you tired of using it. endure humiliation, carry a child for 9 months, be good to you, but I can´t be to smart , can´t have to much power, can´t be taken serious, been looked as we were all prostitutes, when there´s actually good women fighting everyday to get the respect they deserve, put pressure on us so one day we end up regretting it.

It doesn´t matter what I feel because my feelings don´t count, my happiness or well being don´t count no matter what I do. I have to suck it up, not say anything, just smile & live with it.