Dear Sweet Jesus,
Yes LORD, a low sick, despicable wo/man birthed me, delighted in stalking, vexing, persecuting me for sixty-two years.
Yes, the low whore always declared me TOO BLACK!
s/he deliberately robbed me of my soul LORD
said my Black prayers did not touch Your tender heart.
Laughed, scoffed and declared that my prayers could not get past my head.
Scoffed and vexed my GranDADDY, shot him dead in the heart ! Because s/he was mad ,
s/he was jealous of the money he was saving for his son's children.
Yes LORD, I learned at three years old, I could call you up
Yes LORD, every time I called You showed Up and showed Out!
I Love You LORD!
I always have,
from the day I was born,
born and rejected by my own mother for the color of my skin.
Yes, Dear LORD, I'm glad to tell on mathy jane.
*******THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES*******
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