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Unspeakable Joy by Douglas Miller. JOY!

BEAMING!
JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY! JOY!JOY!
YES!!! I STILL HAVE MY JOY!
I'm not only humbled, I'm flattered. I certainly can understand why so many still lie, pretend,  and feign ignorance , when it comes to the issue of "Color".
My own "mother" pre-judged me.  Took one look at my "Coco brown" ears, decided then , and there,   that I would never experience any JOY! That s/he would deliberately, clandestinely, keep IT from "Me".  That I was no more than a brown turd, nothing s/he ever wanted,  or felt bound to respect or love.
 That all s/he ever needed to do , was feign some bullshit,  sloppy love , when s/he wanted to keep "Me",  US confused,  and held tightly in her clutches. 
Well, mathy and t rump, have no choice. They belong to satan! Everything my "birthER" said,  and did for eighty-seven years, eleven months,  and twenty-three days , was straight from satan's Play Book.
Incest! Bitch! Slut! Common dog! Did you really believe,  or ever think,  your "Color" was a true gift from GOD?
 Did you ever seriously believe you could  trade your "eloquent stolen sermons" ,  for your filthy, common, sadistic, psychotic, foul, putrid,  miserable life? 
wo/man! wo/man! wo/man! I know I'm happy because you are finally dead, your scent is gone. 
Everything you did to me BACKFIRED!
BEAMING!!!

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