Notes

The bedroom door was left open. While we were sleeping her son came into the room. Once to stare at us before turning around to walk away. The second to double glance when he saw me looking back at him in the bedroom door window. I sleep. She sleeps. This morning the bedroom door is closed with just the two of us alone in the room.

Last night after slamming the door walking out of the room the door locked her out. She yelled and screamed on the other side. With a screwdriver she opened the door and confronted me with the screwdriver firmly in her hand. I raised my hands in appeal and she continued to rage at me with the screwdriver.

I do not know who to ask for help. I will stay in the room and keep calm. My silence is response to fear.

"I will be silent. You can't always go by your rules."

Hi Eric. Last night I was held at point with a screwdriver by my partner for what I believe is rage and jealousy against my poetry. I am currently in the only safe room with her next to me. I am remaining calm. Her son has already come into our bedroom, stared at us while we were sleeping, and then walked out. I do not know what to do without spinning the race out of this wheel which would not end well from my experience of black and brown hoodies here in this great land called America. Can you help me now? I am asking you, Eric.

Would a white girl with associates, not friends, gotten a quicker response? Dude. I am serious.

Hi Aaron. I'm sorry to hear that. No I can't help you because I don't understand the situation. And from what you are saying it sounds like you could leave. Furthermore, not everyone is going to like your poetry. Don't know what your interpersonal situation is but I can only advise you to be careful and think.