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OTIS REDDING - YOU DON'T MISS YOUR WATER No! I AM NOT ASHAMED!

No! No! No! I am not ashamed. True, a very treacherous, sick, psychotic, sadistic wo/man,  gave birth to Me. Deliberately held Me hostage. Did everything in her "demonic power" to destroy Me! (Us!), until "Now".
So what? IT all BACKFIRED!
I'm a Miracle! I'm DELIVERED  from an ole Haint, an unrepentant,  high yalla 'hoe, that no hue-man could  keep out of a Pulpit.  Always "manipulative", always terrorizing, administering Cruelty, tracking, stalking, chunking "dust". While proclaiming her "Love". (No such thing! "Ye shall know them by their fruit (deeds").
A homemade Witch, a sick,  common, Sadistic slut! 
A whore so horrid, s/he did,   constantly brag about how much money s/he made,  selling her "pink pussy". Always comparing her expensive, exquisete,  pussy,  to regular,  old Black, Nappy headed, "unrefined" pussy. 
For some reason, my "mother" taught Me, "pussy" was a gift from GOD to all wo/men, IT was a Goldmine. That I should sell mine,  so the low slut, the incestuous pedophile,  raped me,  savagely,  when I was Eight years old! I was to forget about IT! I was too just shut the fuck up,  a go on living, kissing her yalla ass, being glad to be her slave. IT was My fault! I should not have poured out so much Creme de Mint licquor in my glass.  Shit! s/he didn't make Me Black! IT was my own fault. I was an ungrateful bitch, that always talked too much.
Damn! Couldn't We see? Couldn't We hear?
 "I slayed them niggas!" mathy would scream with excitement,  as s/he forced Us to listen to her re-preach,  her best sermons , Forever!
 martha, sold "hot pussy",  On Friday,  and Saturday night,  then changed into her five thousand dollar robe,  and "preached like Paul", on every Sunday.
s/he's gone now."Flung", I expect. I know I'm Happy! Gleeful! GLOWING! Over the Moon!
IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!!!
BEAMING!!!

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