Hello! My first Boondocks Story, hope you enjoy it. Please R&R. I don't own any characters except my darling originals. =D
The Revolutionist
~Prologue~
Successful. Accomplished. Those are two of the many descriptions some would have for me. A hard working black man hardly ever gets any recognition for his good deeds, they always outshined by the nigga in the news who want to steal and kill. That's all you see. Where are the brothers who went to college to follow in the footsteps of Dubois, the first black man to have done a successful open heart surgery? Or even George Washingon Carver? The list is practically endless. But no, the world only want to see the ignorant half, the ones who need the most help, the ones who should remind us we still have a long way to go to get our shit together.
My best friend and right hand man, Michael Caesar, has been my lifeline for help in encouragement for what I do since the day I met him. In our freshmen year of high school, we made a small activist group that would work to control racism as well as ignorance in our community and we've been our group since we graduated college. I didn't want a lot of people, I just tacked three more on; I don't want another NAACP. We've called out B.E.T so many times, and I can honestly say they truly hate me. I plan to actually boycott their trash award show this coming summer, we've haven't told anyone that, I myself want them at the company to be surprised. We've spoke out about police brutalities, and actually managed to see one policeman fired for his abuse of power. That's when the town started to really pay attention to me. But I don't want just Woodcrest to become more evolved and involved; I want all of America to wake up from the deep slumber of their own bubble of ignorance.
While not protesting or busy with school, I got my black belt in mastering Kumite style Kung-Fu. My mentor Lou Fei taught me well, I took a lot of hits, got a lot of cuts and scrapes, and lost a fair share of blood, but with time, I became untouchable. There were times while I was sparing with some weak ass punk that'd I'd wish I could spar off with Bushido Brown. I missed him so much, it was so hard to believe it was twelve years ago when he died, then again I really don't like to reminisce my childhood. It's where it should be…the past. Most of my memories are like photographs that yellowed with age…they just fade away.
With all that, I bet you're asking about love. Love? What the fuck does a revolutionist like myself need with love? With the bit I experienced, I no longer want anymore of it. Well, Jazmine Dubois called it 'love'. She told me she loved me, many, many times. I'm not a liar, I had some feeling, but I never said it was 'love'. We were never stable. Because her lousy parents didn't do what I told them about assuring her racial cultures on her fathers' side was nothing to be ashamed of, she was always an emotional wreck.
'Oh, my hair is so ugly'
'Oh, where do I belong?'
'Oh Huey, tell me I'm pretty'
You'd be lying if say that wouldn't get on your last damn nerve! I'm a revolutionist; I don't have time for such shit as this! I ended it when I was eighteen, and never looked back. And of course, she decided to make a mess of her life since then. Drunken college parties, you know…cliché junk. One night she yelled at me…saying it was my fault she was a broken woman with no will of her own. I said nothing to her and simply turned and walked away.
'Yeah, fuck me and walk away! That's all you'll ever be good for!' she tossed her bottle at my head, knocking me clean out. After that night, I was done with love. In a world so fickle, hypocritical, and jaded, no one will ever know what 'love' is.
So, as I said before. I don't want it. I'm fine being on my own; I don't need a weak woman beside me. I'll never fall in love.
Never.
...Dramatic! Ha, hoped you liked the taste of it, because it will only get good from here!
-Cruella