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"Where Were You When I Needed You?"

Where were you when I needed you?

Were you ashamed of my stab wounds?
Did you hate Me because My birthER hated Me?

Did My skin color really bother you that much?
Were you ashamed of My low status?
Just a classroom teacher with far too many preps

Was it My clothes? My Afrocentric gear? Was I always too Loud?
Just much too ignorant to be included among the "elite",
the "well heeled", the white of course, the lighter the better

Well, I didn't make Myself
I didn't even give Myself the many Gifts and Talents that so many pretend to hate

While many poorly educated, misinformed and "those not chosen" enjoyed, relished in the fact that I was  ALWAYS too black, too weird, was just another Black bastard , My grand DADDY didn't hate Me.

My GrandDADDY was NEVER ashamed of Me!

MY GRANDDADDY truly LOVED ME!

AWESOME!
AWESOME!
AWESOME!


All I know is , that low sneaky, manipulative whore that birthed Me was a Blessing!
Yes , a Blessing,  because if that low whore had not targeted me for Seventy years I would still be suffering in the same misery as those that still love her, still lie and cloak for her

Backstabbers!
Racist!
Color Struck!
Pathological Liars!

So!?

GOD got this!
IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!



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