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Time in a Bottle "Yes! My Life was AWESOME, anyway"

YES! I'M BEAMING, Anyway!
I AM SOMEBODY!
If any imp , can't see, refuses to see "me", beyond my color, beyond my circumstances, that ignorance is on them.
No, you have no need to practice your "calculated cruelty" on me. I'm worn out, from that low life, perverted slut,  that birthed me , and held me in her demonic clutches for sixty-two years.
I'm TIDE (tired). Truly worn out. 
"Cast not your pearls (wisdom) before swine." In other words, save your wind. Some people are just pathological liars! Rude! Ignorant! Violent! Reprehensible!
"Shun them."
NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
I SHALL NOT  be talked to like I'm some stray, mangy dog!
No, I won't!
One thing for sure; We shall all get Our just and honest due, on this planet Earth.
If anyone thinks I'm nothing, that I'm a loser, that I'm too Black, well that's their lost.
Anyone encouraging me to hurry up , and die because they are sick of my presence, they no longer have any use for me, well...you sure have "Free Will".
All I know, is all I know. "The truth will make you shouting glad,  or fighting mad."
Anyone hating on me, hating the sight of me, counting the days before my sure demise, please remember; IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!
I don't have any control over that. One thing I do know , and shall always repeat and teach: "Never do anything you would be too embrassed to admit you did."
My "mother" always hated me, claiming I was too Black. No, s/he was too lying, too predatory, too sneaky and manipulative, too full of hate, and envy.

Yes! I'm clinging to my JOY!
Still BEAMING!!!

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