Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

I Called It – 06.08.2026

In theory, I just met you.


Yet, I want to tell the world about you.


My life feels rejuvenated in my mind, throughout my body.


New thoughts override negative neurons, infusing them with a newly formed energy.


Ironically, I have seen your purest form, yet I feel nervous about sharing an unusual thought with you.


Interestingly, I have confidently told four people, ‘I feel he’s my person. I can’t explain why. But I believe he’s the one.’

Mask – 11.06.2026

I’m masked up, always masked up.

When I let it slip, my commitment to this ‘friendship’ is questioned and shunted.

You’re elated when I’m doting over you and my attention is all about you. 

You have developed a taste for motivational speakers in your circles. You like playing princess and promoting your view on women catering to men.

When I’m focused on my work, you cry neglect.

Your smiles are present when I feed you. 

But what of the days when I’m at a low point? You shake and shunt, I fall off, and you’re the one crying. 

I had knives in my back, and tears blurred my vision as I bled out. Yet you’re upset because I hadn’t said hello.

Who can see through suffering? 

Time – Saturday, September 6, 2025

It’s been a while.

I’ve often lied to myself, hoping my words would somehow become reality.

Recently, I intentionally apologised for something I did not do.

Imagine being ill and at every turn, you’re met with a fog of silence. Every other week, you may hear something, if you’re lucky enough.

For years, I have waded through this toxic forest and somehow mastered the art of masking. 

For every ten new faces, I practice, practice, practice. The past few months have brought me to my knees. I bared my soul. I have buried myself in shame and disgust. 

Yes. I’m deeply disappointed in myself for allowing him to plug in and farm my essence. 

(2)

In the early hours of this morning, I laid her to rest. She fought back, and it hurts me to share this. I drowned her mind with the truth. I forced her to review all of those forms of connection. I passed her the blade and gave her the privacy to cut away each toxic string.

From the moment the star was violently thrown on the floor, she knew. Her ties to Jamaica are shared through genuine love and appreciation. However, regret consumes her, as the gifts were undeserving.

Many times she has arrived at the entrance of this portal. Her idea of ‘love’ is toxic and forever holds her back. 

(3)

It has been twenty-four hours since she disconnected. Less than the five hundred and four hours he had waited to enquire.

He acted like a psychologist in a position of care and trust. Secured her trust for his reign of deceit. She had never liked silver or gold; her existence is worth more. He felt her energy and wanted to tap in whenever he needed her, akin to visiting a petrol station for more fuel. Only, he never imagined having to pay.

Over time, he drugged her with words and spiked her with intimacy. Encouraged her to share and trust…Essentially, he challenged himself to pillage from her kingdom, leaving her in his words ‘broken, overthinking and confused.’

(4)

May those who intentionally hurt others suffer. May redemption never become an option.

May the truth be set free and her lifeless connection stay disengaged with the influencer and connected to her heartbeats.

(5)

Ps. I know you hate me. Your true thoughts have been shown to me, through time.

Russian Red

‘They asked if I knew who you were. I don’t give a fuck! They demanded my silence in exchange for their insecurities to be ignored. I truly don’t give a fuck! They insinuated a false narrative that shows them under the light of the Lord they believe in. 

I apply Russian Red by MAC on my lips, I place my braids into a side ponytail. I raise a tall glass of water and toast the frail body that encapsulates your corrupted soul. 

Remember this: the time and attention you devote in your attempts to knock me down only serve as bad energy that you pour into and cause yourself significant affliction. I still don’t give a fuck!’ – Dr Unique 

Out of Office: 28.01.2023

I arrived late on Wednesday and was upset.

I walked into an unoccupied room and let the tears flow to a man I don’t have much respect for – a man who has treated me like shit and stepped out of his role into a cloud of ignorance.

I was crying due to a range of emotions festering in my mind. After all, who wants to listen to the negative aspects of your life? Like, I am going through a lot right now, and my head was about to explode. Surprisingly, it helped. Thank you.

Then followed the slurry of colleagues asking more than once, ‘are you okay?’

I had not slept in over 24 hours, and my body felt like shutting down. My eyes flickered shut on the cusp of five-minute intervals, and I struggled to complete my shift. I understand some people have good intentions; however, after I have answered you twice! Why would you ask another three times?

Sometimes, you should read the space and mind your business.

Regards,

Unique