twisted

I'm writing this letter to whomsoever reads..i am addressing what comes as a surprise to people that reads my poetry..in the past weeks, it has been very delicate..but hurtful messages on a website referring to what i write.. as a whole..there's a certain someone whom will remain anonymous..coming to my site..trying their best to get..as I indicated..words very cruel..indignant and just plain ignorant..calling themselves what i should have as a man..that finds me..Quote; slangish and ebonic..and ask me ..WHY?..well..just to set the record straight..i am not indicating friendships or past relationships with online patron ism..this is a threat to my character.. judgements..concerning the way i do poetry..he lives in the Bronx..NY..I don't know why this person persist to make me look like a hypocrite..but if anyone is taking what i am saying to heart. thinking i am referring to them..I APOLOGIZE..i am a hard worker..a mother with family..where my reputation is being exploded a militant firearm..tackling some issues having to do with the street mantality and what it condones.. how another sees me as a anti-socialite..with no means at all..a real woman with love for them..I AM NOT..WHAT U WANT..a bunch of real crazed individuals are carrying a grudge..but at the same time..asking me why..I don't want them for a date..sick...it's been an on going cycle..back and forth..reported to his website but for the most part..making me feel..terribly nervous..to all that want a life..who really takes there trade of thought serious..when it comes to being something in their life,i have one to give..I do love..i do care..and i do want.. so much to be alone..no man or play friends to have a night of passion on behave sexual..I am a seriously considering a future with writing, a skill which has me up all night and early in the mornings, collecting photos, meeting people who takes what I do serious and a life worth the time and efforts I become as a human being..waiting for that day when God ,whispers as he does..let not your heart b troubled..but gain all access of time put in 2 profit..without any QUESTIONS OF DOUBT AS WOMAN..NO MATTER WHO IT IS..the game of chance will somehow fall beneath the test o time wasted..tried and claim it..mines to share with others..but...NOT.. I REPEAT..NOT at the expense of rearingan end 2 my character..eazy come and go home empty in my mind..what was given..a cause that still prays for a miracle waiting to happen...PEACE...CREATE..NO MORE..Let it go..let me b alone..like I was told from the beginning of poetry..