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An Open Letter to Trick Daddy...


“These Spanish, these white h–s, they just started getting finer than a motherf—er,” he said to the camera while driving his car. “Y’all black h—s better tighten up. I’m telling you, tighten up. These Spanish and these white h–s getting very spiffy on y’all. They f— around and learn how to fry chicken you h— is useless.”

Dear Trick Daddy,

Maybe you are in the middle of a lupus flare ,you started snorting cheaper product ,or you have lost your rabbit ass mind..... But that stunt you posted on IG yesterday was just as tired  as you seem to be. 
A 40 (plus) year old man taking to social media calling out black women as 'h*es' telling them to 'tighten up' is as comical as Donald Trump being on 'Love and Hip Hop'.
However if you haven't turned on a tv since the last time you had a hit album (I know its been a while),there is a war on men that look like YOU and black women (a lot of the same ones you are telling to 'tighten up') are on the front line to protest the unjust killings and incarcerations of men much like yourself (you know BLACK)...So the fact that you think that woman's worth is based upon her ability to fry chicken (which is killing us as a people always ) while YOU built a career objectifying women as a rapper is hilarious to me . What have YOU done to change the conditions of women who look like your BLACK mama, BLACK sisters or dare i say BLACK daughters? I won't even go into the fact that the mothers of your children are probably BLACK too.

You see, Maurice (yea, ill just call you Maurice, instead of just calling you a.. Trick ).... I did a little research on you prior to writing this open letter, you must have forgotten that you have not had a studio album since 2009 (so maybe you have a bit too much time on your hands),  filed bankruptcy for back child support and owe the IRS a very pretty penny. 

Trust I know I was not the audience that you were referencing in the video....
I have all my natural body parts, barely wear make up, often prefer salads over fried chicken, currently hold a full time job, in procession of one degree while working on another, but I won't stand for is allowing you to speak of my sisters like this and by sisters I mean women in general. See,asshole opinions like the one you want to voice for millions to see is what contributes to the division of all women and needs to be corrected. 

I guess you didn't know that the most college  educated group of women is the BLACK woman? But I wouldn't expect you to know that ,considering the longest post secondary institution you have been involved with was prison.

So please miss me with your wanna be OG hood philosopher ideologies on the BLACK woman, until you uplift her so she doesn't feel like she doesn't need to go purchase body parts for men like YOU. Black women have it hard enough without YOU adding to it.
I pray you don't pass on your southern fried cave man ideas to your daughters and ruin the self esteem that is so hard to have when you are young, BLACK and female.



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