Ann Resting In-Peace
Springfield Cemetery
Basseterre
St. Kitts
Sue Severely- Abused
Licks, Kicks and Box Street
Blows town
Booby Island
Dear Sue Severely-Abused,
Sue, my name is Ann-Resting-In- Peace, formerly Ann Pure Knock- Bout but I now reside at Springfield Cemetery St. Kitts. Sue, you seem like a very, very nice person thus the reason I am writing to you. I have been hearing the shoo shoo around the place that I will be getting a BRAND new neigbour. The talk is that by the looks of things I should be expecting you ANY day now, on a STRAIGHT flight from Licks, Kicks and Box Street, Blows town Booby Island. I was told that I should be glad, as I would finally be getting more company now. Well Sue, Darling, Doo Doo, Sugar Dumpling I have news for you eh. It have nuff of us up here from Blows town and Springfield is a bit overcrowded right now, so before it be any vexness and confusion when you get here, I telling you right now there is NO room here at Springfield for YOU! Sue, I dont want you here. I dont even want you on Licks, Kicks and Box Street; buy a ticket and find your way back to Willpower, Courage, Strength or Dignity Street. I do wonder how we women do get ourselves in these situations. I wonder, what is wrong with our men. I wonder how these things escalate so, that some of us move from living on Happily Ever After Street, to Pure Knock-Bout, Licks, Kicks and Box Street, then get a straight flight to Springfield. Sue from the looks of things and is sad to say, you heading here in truth eh. The signs are all there, NEON GREEN, BIG, BOLD and IN PRINT. I see you; feet planted exactly where I stood. You poor girl, life is weighing you down. I see the invisible shackles fastened around your hands, feet and hung around your neck. You unfortunate soul, your eyes are bloodshot and your cheeks are stained with tears. You live in constant fear. You are caged; trapped, abused, severely battered, bruised, bloodied, swollen, broken and held captive by what you think is LOVE! You tremble uncontrollably as if you have lost all your motor functions. It is obvious that he has stripped you of all that youve got. It is obvious that your body is tired of all the beatings. Your soul aches from the years of emotional and psychological warfare. You are a broken woman. Your confidence and heart is shattered. You feel like nothing. You think you are nothing. You go about your business as if you are a zombie. You look in the mirror and you dont even recognize the woman that you see. She isnt even a mere resemblance of the woman that you used to be. Take a good look at yourself! Honey, its time to stop the Insanity! Dont compromise yourself. You are all youve got!
Sue, Springfield, aint exactly to nice eh. Sue lying here, I question it all. I ask, Why did he deprive me of my three scores and ten years as ordained by God? Who gave him the authority to send me to an untimely grave? I believe in fate eh, but Sue it was DEFINITELY not my time. I did not die from natural causes, a prolonged illness or an accident. Selfishness and his ego sent me here. Sue, again I say, I lay here no fault of my own, no illness, no drug abuse, and no accident. I lay here because of SELFISHNESS. I lay here because he thought that he owned me. I was his possession. Sue, as I lay here, my one hope is that women like you would learn from my experience. I was naïve. I took the physical, sexual, psychological and emotional abuse. I didnt like it. I thought that it must have been my lot so I lived with it. You think that I thought for a minute that he would have taken my God given life and given me a straight flight to Springfield? No, not at all! Not my Tom! Not my Chuculups! Not my Love? I was right where you are now, Sue. Girl, I am asking that you open up your eyes. Sue, Stop, the Insanity. Stop compromising yourself. You are all that you have got!
Since my arrival at Springfield, I have been asking myself, Ann, what have you done to deserve this? I thought it was ALL my fault. Sue, a death sentence is what I got for allowing a man to rule me and turn me chuppit. A death sentence is what I got because of my pride. I didnt want to ask for help. I didnt want the Police to lock him up. He was my provider, my lover, me husband, me friend and the father of my children. He was me bonunous chuculups. I couldnt let go all those years. I didnt want to start over. I didnt know who I was without him. I was too scared to leave. I didnt want people to cry shame on he or me. Family matters should be kept private. I thought a lil licks, now and then wasnt anything. I thought it was normal. Sue, girl I wish I had asked for help. Sue, trust me my mother didnt raise any fool, but here I am residing six feet under at Springfield. We women does make the men feel like we want them more than they want we. We dont respect ourselves and we trust way too much. We love them like it going out of style. Sue these things dont just happen. They start small. In my case, the emotional abuse started first. He start calling me more lot a donkey, horse, moo moo duck, whore, then the colorful letters of the alphabet start leaping out of he mouth, one by one after me, no brakes at all. He start to tell me how mash up I look and how I aint going get no other man, so I ought to be thankful for he. He tell me that no one else going treat me as good as he. The thing is I believed it. All of this was done in an attempt to degrade, humiliate me and to break me self-confidence. He then started to mark me, like he playing basketball, as a step he step. He start to clock me, wanting to know me every move, calling and checking up on me. He even verified me whereabouts. Sue, in the end when the licks start pouring on like rain I had nowhere to turn. He break up me and me family. My friends start dropping off and popping off like flies. This was his way of controlling me, making me dependent on he. He then started threatening to box and kick me. In a rage he started mashing up the ornaments, kicking in the walls and then you know what Sue? He started to mash and kick me up. The first time he hit me, I said I know that he was stress last week because he boss bother up he head and I aint had no right to bother up he head to put pan that, so he did have all right to fly off on me. It went to every now and then thing. It then graduated to an every day thing and Sue, Springfield is where I was eventually sent.
Sue, I see you there weighing the options in your mind. You are hoping that the relationship will work. You there remembering the moonlight walks, the sea bathing, when he try to turn corn give you and when he used to break cane and bring for you. You are remembering how he use to love you like pig love mud. You saying, Lord, me sweet, sweet sugar dumpling must be trapped somewhere in that monster of a man! You ask, Is this me bononunous chuculups? Sue, when he ask you to marry he, you jump up, glad happy, glad happy. You say yes, thinking the fire and brimstone was going stop. Properly, we both know how that story go, ent it. Sue, you think you secret still a secret? Sue, in the pitch dead a night you wearing shades and in the hot, hot sun, you properly cloak down. Tell me what you allergic to this time again? How much more lies, you think you could tell you family, friends, coworkers, doctor and nurse them? Look at you a pitiful sight; you still want to believe that he loves you. Sue, collect yourself! Sue start loving yourself! Sue, stop compromising yourself. You are all you've got
I lived in Blows town before I came to Springfiled. I can read your thoughts you are wondering how much more of the abuse and degradation you could take. You are asking, Is there hope? Sue, you have breath in your body, of course there is hope. Dearie, you are a lot more fortunate than me because I stand no more. Instead, I spend my days and nights lying six feet under, sent to this mired grave by LOVE. I breathe no more. I laugh no more! I am DEAD! The silver lining behind MY cloud is that I have finally gotten the peace that I have been longing for. It may not be peace in the way that I wanted it, but I guess it is peace. Sue, I dont want you to settle for this peace! You have got to find the will power and fight it. Keep your head above the water and swim for safety. Sue, please regain your pride. You have hit rock bottom. The only way you could go from here is, UP! Sue, run to the Department of Gender Affairs, Police Station, Pastor, Family or a Friend and ask for help QUICK! QUICK! You cant do this alone. Understand me honey, here at Springfield we are a peaceful and hospitable people, but darling come here because it was your time and your Maker has sent you. Dont come here because some selfish, egotistical backside made that decision for you. Run for help Sue! Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got."
Yours truly,
Ann Resting In-Peace
