My Father Must Have Been One F-ed Up Dude

So for the 1102/1103 time I've gone to a club, happy hour, crowded social event, or party, some reggins grabbed my ass. Not one, but four. And as much as I'd like the ability to shoot niggas like that in the big toe, the law prohibits me. Now I've experienced it all. The excuse me and brush up with your hands five fingered and straight down in front of you to the group of niggas collaborating to walk pass and actually get a cup on it to the right behind you touch and stand like yea it was me, you know you liked it. Despite all that happening that night, the worse was this lame Redskins reggin leaning by VIP who grabbed my ass. Now this wasn't your average grab, this was forceful and blatant and whole hand like a fat man reaching for some corn bread. I turn to him with the quickness and his posted up smirk turns into a slick chuckle preceded by: "sorry I thought you were someone else." A blatant lie that both he and I knew, as I was the only 378 curly head white chick with a bright blue dress on in the club and in all of DC for that matter. I pause in his direction for a long while......hands in baby pray resting under my chin as I looked down at the floor mad as hell. I do the only thing I can and tell him to never touch me again. At that moment I realized this would never end because disrespectful people always find ways to make it through unfitting mothers pussys. Any parent would assure a young male that you should treat a woman the way you want your daughter or mother treated, but unfortunately many young men have issues understanding things outside the present. Everyone who knows me knows that I am a firm believer in respect. If you don't have any for yourself or for me or have the strength to genuinely acknowledge fault in your disrespect, we don't rock. Unfortunately as a young biracial young woman in the club, my decisions don't matter and both he and I know that I can do nothing to change that because, in America, strength overrules respect.