Who is Vonne Monai?

Who is Vonne Monai?

I use my art (music, poetry, etc.) to make lemonade out of the lemons  hurled at me throughout my life.

I am a Professional Model and Actress, as Well.

I always thought of writing as taking a negative situation and transforming it into something positive – My art, self expression.

They can’t steal or buy everything and these are the things that interest me most.

Self Esteem is earned and this is why they have never been able to break my spirit.

The looters of this world are zeros and congenital dependents.

They have no love for life or anyone who has standards and values.

These souless, brute beasts are losers no matter what their numbers because a zero multiplied by any number still equals zero!

All works are copywritten.

 

This is a Poem I wrote while residing with my first cousin Lorraine C. James (raised a Muslim, married John Russell) on Burton St., Hartford, Ct.

Vikki had asked me if I had any ideas where she could live because she was in between apts. I generously suggested she try Lorraine’s because my half sister Val and our buddy Cynthia Ramney (from Aruba) had visited her while we were on winter break (from Port Richmond High, Staten Island, NY) and we had a great time on our visit.  Vikki exclaimed that it was a good idea, but when I went there to live she gave me grief beyond compare.  

She, Victoria M. Quick-Pope (Georgia) would have me raped, held captive and forced to breed with a Muslim Terrorist who tried to force me to convert to Islam (David Peterson, musician, attended Howard University).  The police and other agencies were no help (as I knew they would not be because of the power my relatives wield in the Sex Slave Trade).

Vikki told me she is a practicing witch and attends church.  

She is badly influenced by her Irish Catholic friends (Darlene Leach, as well as all of the men of all nationalities (including the staff at ALL of the schools she attended) who are her tricks (clients) and dependent on prostitutes and Sex Slaves -union workers, etc.)

You see, they always need females to help them pull off their crimes against women.

Vikki was raped by our 33rd degree Mason, Great Uncle, Norman Swilley (Masapequa, NY) when she was twelve.  

Our cousin Leroy told me she was the first person to give him a blow job when he was seven (he is only a couple of years younger than her).

I guess this is what gives her the right (power) to have me held prisoner in (55 Bowen St., Parkhill, Staten Island, NY) as a Sex Slave to a Mafia Loanshark (Louie Gambardella, Brooklyn, Staten Island, New Jersey).

Vikki is a prostitute and embezzeled $10,000 from Coca Cola where she worked as an administrative assistant.  She was given no jail time and supposedly simply had to repay them.

Probrably her Stasi like married, jewish boyfriend got her out of jail time.

I think she is a lying snitch who frames people she is jealous of to the same authorities who gave her such an easy time with her crimes.  

I have tried to move forward with my life. With the three children they forced on me and isolated me with absolutely no support system whatsoever.

I was not allowed to have friends or keep a job.

Our mother is responsible for her behavior and warned me of she and Val’s jealousy of me, but I could do nothing to help myself and the three of them targeted me and slandered me to anyone and everyone who would listen.

Vikki had her moved from her apt. to a home shortly after I had messaged her on Facebook inquiring about my biological father.  

My two older half sisters have physically and emotionally abused me (encouraged by our mother) ever since I can remember.

They want me to be alone and have nothing just because my biological father is WHITE (Blonde, Blue Eyes)!

 

 Dear Vikki;  I Am All But                                      10-21-78

 

Yes I’ll have a drink, perhaps some reefer too

I suppose it’s alright ’cause you know that I am new

You make me out to be so dense and I have to leave the room

For you are a whole person and respect is sure to bloom 

In your garden that you fertilize with untruths about me

This kind of ugly flower you grow and want all to see

I am all but, what you’ve made me out to be

I am all but, what you demand others to see

I don’t understand what’s at the root of your jealousy

I am all but, what you make me out to be

 

These are lyrics to a song I composed about my mother (Dorothy Swilley Quick, Florida). I began composing music at age 5 after I received my first guitar as a Christmas gift. She was a prostitute who had me modeling and acting professionally.  While on a modeling assignment (Montgomery Ward) I was subjected to participate in  child pornography.  She stole all of my money and gave it to her pimp uncle Roy I(her fathers brother, Norman’s brother).

She had some sort of a run in with the infamous Carlo Gambino.

She claims to have worked as a NYPD detective, but was most likely a hooker snitch/informant.  She says he slapped her with his glove in her face.

Perhaps this is why Vikki could not resist slapping me in my face with her bare hand as often as she could until I chased her with a knife to make her stop.

I grew up seeing my Aunts and their Uncles having Incestuous Orgies on the living room floor at our apt in Harlem, NY or East Hartfdord projects (where her sister Johnnye James lived with her 7 surviving children all Mulims-only 3 are her husbands). 

They often laughed about their dead husbands because they had something to do with their mysterious heart attacks, which always came about when these men were trying to divorce them or save their children from these wicked females.

 

 

                                 Your State of Mind

 

My mother is a mental case, you can see it in her face

I honestly deserve a break, it’s really more than I can take

I shake when knocks come at my door, don’t want this shrink trip anymore

Can’t make me drink and be  a whore

I know there’s so much more in store

 

                                                  Chorus

 

You have to be attuned to it

Can’t be too scared to try and fit

Fit into your state of mind, don’t you have a state of mind?

Left some major things behind

Go back and find them, take the time

To fit into your state of mind

Don’t you have a state of mind?

Left some major things behind

Go back and find them, take the time

                                        

                                                 ********

 

Didn’t you think I’d lose my head?

With my Dad alive and thinking he was dead

Only got a gift from Uncle Dear

You hid the truth to keep you clear

You’re not respected and not so sly

With your case of Bud a weekend and cottage cheese thighs

 

 

                                            Repeat Chorus

 

Don’t matter if I finish school, don’t matter if I quit

You’re too involved with all your men to even give a shit

Can’t devise a plan that works, you devil kicking up the dirt

Can’t extinguish all your lies by praying up to the sky

 

                                              Repeat Chorus

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Vikki’s Fake Death

Vikki’s Fake Death

Vikki's Fake Death

Vikki’s fake death as fake as her life.

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Val’s Fake Death

Val’s Fake DeathVal's Fake DeathVal’s fake death as fake as her life.

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Jesus Was Not a Wimp

Fellowship of the Minds

Jesus by Akian

Jesus Was Not A Wimp

The Left loves to rewrite reinvent history, and one of their favorite targets is the historical life of Jesus.

Talk to most anyone on the Left, whether a priest, a pastor, or a civilian, and you’ll come away with the impression that Jesus was a tree-hugging, diversity-loving, promoter of tolerance for all. Nothing could be further than the truth.

“And he found in the temple them that sold oxen and sheep and doves, and the changers of money sitting.

“And when he had made, as it were, a scourge of little cords, he drove them all out of the temple, the sheep also and the oxen: and the money of the changers he poured out, and the tables he overthrew.

“And to them that sold doves he said: Take these things hence, and make not the house of my Father a house of traffic.” John…

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Pathetic, Pathological Liars

Why do people lie? Everyone lies.  Men, women, teens, little kids. We don’t seem to feel too bad when we mislead others, yet we are “put out” when we find out we have been lied to…

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Pathetic, Pathological Liars

Killers Without Conscience

Why do people lie?
Everyone lies.  Men, women, teens, little kids. We don’t seem to feel too bad when we mislead others, yet we are “put out” when we find out we have been lied to.  Meh. Human nature. However, some people lie a little better than others, probably because they’ve had considerable practice. In fact, these are people who live their entire lives based on lies, as if they cannot help themselves. They do not use lies to avoid saying something hurtful to a person (have you dropped weight?), or to bullcrap about why they are late for work (car trouble).  They lie to exist, to feel a part of the human race, to feel as if they really do matter. They lie to impress people, they lie to impress themselves. They lie…

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Prostitution Is Created By Artificial Scarcity

Beyond Highbrow - Robert Lindsay

The prostitution market is created by scarcity.

Some capitalist markets are also driven by scarcity. There is obvious scarcity in all capitalist markets.  There is a scarcity of fruits and vegetables because we can’t just go out and pick our own in the wild fields for free; there is a scarcity of IPhones because we can’t make our own smartphones, on and on. However, some capitalist markets are characterized by artificial scarcity.

I believe that the precious gems market is such a market. The whole market is controlled by if not one family (of Jews) than by one ethnic group or extended family if you will (of Jews). The gems are mined by a Jewish family in South Africa, and then the market is run by Orthodox Jews in Belgium and New York. However, my understanding is that they only mine a certain number of diamonds in order to make…

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