Amalaric Study
Family Psychology
4. The Narcissistic Crown
Narcissistic, God Complex, or the hood terminology, bougie, boujee. Bougee is a term for a person with high esteem and believes the world revolves around them fitting the God Complex.
Another may be, overly confident or a snob. A narcissist in a family can also be a drug addict. Why would a drug addict be a narcissist? In the mind of an addict, that doesn't want to quit, they are not going to die.
The side effects of a narcissist from drugs is common. They may steal items from the children in the household or enter rooms that are cut off. Addicts are influenced by drugs and personality.
Personality: traits and qualities that create the makeup of a person (a human being).
Your dislikes and likes make up your personality, narcissistic personality disorder is not recognized by the hood in Locucts. According to Da'Khia Little, of the Black Woman Society, NPD is not a disorder and is a personality trait from upbringing.
In Black Kids Ain't Bad by Patricia Hull, NPD is brought about in homes with a drug addict and festers with the child being exposed through hear or actions.
"The Black Woman is too tired. Without the baby daddy scenerio taking over. Men are more likely to influence NPD by being present around the child while under the influence."
While, in counter action, Shawn Vaughn said that it is the black woman's fault. "Black women make themselves do everything. They turn a nigga to dark ways and then bitch and moan about it. Black women stress themselves out and rely on God and religion to fix shit they started. To qoute my mother, if it started from a woman, it will end with a woman."
Compared to non-black households, white folks are more likely to raise a narcissist. Though presented through the media, most homes are true to life. In white homes what is lacked is physical discipline and the action is more verbal.
Most white children have low tolerates to being spoken to a certain way or even repeat actions from another member in house unconsciously.
In the name of God, when the lord made you naked in birth. Who told you to be ashamed.
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There are Many Men, so now I gotta find some nigga called the ice cream man. The Bridge is separate from the ground. I might have to jump in and out. The lying is getting weak. I can feel it.
I should check Whurg Shax. They have a midnight club.
Moving around on the bridge ain't hard. When I get there, Whrug Shax is just a bunch of houses, brand new but occupied. The Night Club is square with a round top. It's a couple vamps on the roof, sneaking into the club. I ball up, moving about as only a soul. It's some formed inside the club, but I'm not trying to make friends.
I go to the bar with a nigga that has his teeth drawn up. "Hey man, I'm looking for some ice cream?"
He looks at my soul with big eyes. "And who the fuck want ice cream. This ain't for kids," he seethes through his teeth. "The company?"
"Ain't never heard of no company."
"The box?"
"An ice cream box?" he quirks his brow. "Alright, alright." I stretch my soul and lay both hands on the counter. "Aw shit, Lucious?" he gawks at me. "Ice cream..."
"He ain't here..." he stammers. "That's a lie. Where is he?"
The club stops. Everybody decides to grow up and glow up. "Yo daughter ain't dead!" yells some female. "She on a plantion!"
"What about the ice cream man?"
"Yo son, Coochie dead."
It catches my attention, and again already got kids missing. "Coochie got his soul up on the bridge."
"What about what I asked for?"
"Ask yo kid..." states a nigga. "He told the lie."
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The last pain in the ass I need is my son selling me out. But, the lies are running thin. I may not have to act stupid, or lie myself. Which to a certain argument I had with my daughter, stupidity is a lie in itself.
I can't believe Michael's stupid ass is on the Bridge. I know why, hardheaded. I know he got in trouble because he always wanna make ideas of his own and I bet he had a grand ass scheme and didn't listen to...
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I hate my kids.
"Now you wanna tell me what happened. Save me the trouble of seeing my kid?" I stop in the middle of a damaged street. "Lucious. Think."
"I am thinking. In fact, I need a fucking aspirin."
"Oh ho ho..." a snake materializes, he coils around himself. "Coochie Man is here but I'm telling you that I you need to save it."
"I hate, I made a church around him."
"You gave me a body..." he slithers my way. "Believe it or not, the stairs are broken. I can't be down here. "
"Who broke the stairs?"
"What's the opposite of black?"
"So the devil doing it?" Asphy'hod dives into the ground. "Nobody really thinks about the pastor." he comes to his feet in a white bold yellow highlighted suit. He carries a watch in his right palm. He looks at it. "You know Nahas may have been a curse?"
"What you mean?"
"Just a theory I had. It was said, Cursed are you above all the livestock and all the wild animals! You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life." he lays his eyes on me. "Ever thought, a farmer was fucking his cows?"
"We right back to the same bullshit."
"And to come to it is the answer. Black people ain't meant to be Americans, just remember that. You always hear them yelling at Mexicans, go back to your country, but they stole us. As much as we get yelled out for it. I was born here..."
"Your point?" I roll my eyes. "If we done, we done. Stop giving me riddles."
"They listen..."
I groan. "The Growdens must come from dead soil. With the stairs down, which we don't speak on much. What's the worst you can find in the grass?"
"A snake?"
"And that means?"
"Poison." It really means a deceitful nigga. A snitch, a cheater. "I'm trying to get you to think. Who stood in office?"
"Growden."
"Which?"
I'm really searching for answers. "You right... the madness is over. What are we covering up?"
"Slavery?"
"That man rapes kids and women. You like men. Right?"
"So?"
"Why?"
"Why do I have to explain why I fuck a nigga in the ass?" I scoff. "I like it. I like men, I like women, I like ass. I don't get why I can't have it--Shut the fuck up!"
"A pedophilia can't stand trial." Asphy'hod drops his head to the side. "A court will make you guilty. You have the defendant a plaintiff, where is the child snatcher?"
"The one being accused."
"What?"
"The one with the lawsuit!" I say louder. "What?"
"I said the one standing trial! Why you doing this?"
"How many?"
"One!"
"Which twin?"
What?