Black Panther Writes Letters To Rockford and Beloit

16 Jun, 2013

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Black Panther Writes Letters To Rockford and Beloit

June 13th, 2013

 

Dear Rockford,

 

You are the biggest dick in the world. How could you treat a panther so cruelly?  You have no idea what you did. You tore me apart piece by piece. I was trying so hard. You obviously didn’t understand how hard it was to even open up a little bit. You know everything I’ve been through and yet you pushed me away yet you pushed and pushed. Constantly telling me to tell you something and tell you more. Suffocated me and yet I stayed. I didn’t leave because I wanted you. I love you. No one gives up on that but they don’t suffocate either.I love coffee and you knew that. You used that against me.

 

You hurt me, Rockford. I will eat you if I want to.

 

Black Panther

June 13th, 2013

 

Dear Beloit,

 

I think it was you who taught me what love is. Now I’m certain that I’ve experienced it. Every moment I’m with you, my life lights up. It’s like you and I are the only ones who are real and everything else is just there as parts of our story our city. I would give anything to have you with me forever. I want to be able to keep you safe. The world has been cruel to you, but I’ll never let anything hurt you anymore. Before you, I didn’t understand what it meant to put someone’s life completely before yours. You matter a billion times more to me than I matter to myself. You tell me how ugly you are and it makes me cry. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You shine brighter than any city. Don’t ever leave me. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, and I love you so much it hurts. There isn’t a day that I don’t think of you. So, come on, we’ll get through this life together. I promise.

 

I love you, Beloit. I am going to lick you. If it hurts, tell me to stop.

 

Black Panther

June 15th, 2013

 

Dear Rockford,

 

Okay, so here I am, trying to “act like a panther.”   There I am getting judged for being my ugly self. I’m sorry to disappoint you, I’m not perfect. I’m nothing special but I’m not worthless and I am fast, really fast. I have worth, value, and if you can’t see it, well then. I don’t see yours either. You can just keep your mouth shut because honestly, who the heck cares about you, Rockford?  You talk too much.  “THINK POSITIVE, SMILE, THE BEST IS YET TO COME, MOMMY MAKE IT OK.”  Blah, blah, blah.  I don’t care about you, you don’t care about me. I keep my mouth shut. I don’t have the need to call out on your every mistake. I don’t sneer at you—I don’t act like I’m better than you. Then why do you feel like you have the rights to do that to me? I judge you, I have strong opinions about you, whether they’re negative or not, and I keep it to myself. So is it really that hard to just shut the fuck up and keep your nasty remarks to yourself? Why do you have to constantly remind me I’m not perfect, I know I’m not? You tell me I’m trying way too hard, but when I wear my bare face to the bar, you act as if I’m hideous and tell me I shouldn’t go walking downtown around like this. What rights do you have? In what ways are you better than me? Are you not human? I cannot, and will never forgive you for your constant idiocy. I’m sorry, that you feel so bitter, maybe it’s cause I accept myself? I just don’t understand you, and how you feel like you’re the best city in Illinois Newsflash, honey, you’re not.

Sincerely. I don’t love you anymore but I am still going to eat you.  I am going to rip your head off and poop down your neck, Rockford.  Watch it.  You will watch me eat you and you will probably like it because you enjoy being depressed and miserable and hiding it.

Black Panther