Rihanna. Honey. I think someone made a voodoo doll with your face on it. And I think Chris Brown has stuck a few pins in the heart of that voodoo doll, because rumor has it you’re engaged to marry him. I’d like to point out that he used his fists on your face before he made any subtler moves.
I read you also recently got a tattoo. Of a little gun. On your shoulder.
Are you going to shoot him with it when he’s beating you with his fists? Is it supposed to serve as some kind of a reminder to a “better-not-be-a-next-time” clause in your so-called “relationship”?
Rihanna, I’ve served time in prison. I can assure you that the crimes I was incarcerated for pale in comparison to what he’s done to you in the past and what he will do in the future. (Beat your brains out.)
He boxed your face into a pulp before the Grammy Awards so badly that you couldn’t even perform on the show!
Jealous much, Chris Brown?
Your biggest appearance to the nation should have been doing what you do best – SINGING! Instead, you made your biggest splash as the poster girl for abuse in the tabloids the next day.
He is using you to advance his career. And if you don’t play along with his enormous ego you’re going to end up being our next Whitney Houston. A huge talent chained to a toxic loser.
Rihanna, you don’t have to become just another Mrs. Brown.
You don’t have to apologize for being gifted.
No one should ever do that. Wake up, take a deep breath and stop apologizing for being the bigger talent.
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