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!
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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