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In the Upper Room

Yes, I'm in the Upper Room
talking with  the LORD

Yes, sometimes shaking, rocking back and forth ,
in a fetal position, 
How can I not?

Born into the evil demonic clutches of a soothe sayer, 
A Proud SORCERESS!
a PERVERT!

Born into a "race" of people, 
so low, 
so common, 
so callous,
so ruthless,
so uncaring,
so sadistic,
WE SOLD OURSELVES INTO SLAVERY!
So jealous and envious,  they pretend my "story" is un important,
has no urgency,
that I am TOO BLACK!
That I am a  no count Bastard, 
because my "sire" refused to marry my "mother"

That I have no right to the Tree of Life, 
That I am old, ugly , and of no count,
That my art is ugly,
that I am the embare-ass-ment,
not that Super "hoe!
Not that pathological, sadistic Liar, 
that delighted in destroying the entire Walters Clan for 
Eighty-Eight Years!

I'M IN THE UPPER ROOM
BEAMING!!!

***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Saturday, January 16, 2021


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