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Miles Davis - Mystery One thing...

you should know, acknowledge from the outset, people that benefit from that horrid,  racist system, shall never speak ill of it. 
 Why should they? It tantamount to biting the hand that feeds them.
Yes, the victim shall always be blamed for resisting, telling, complaining.
Here I am, seventy-three years old, a survivor of one of the worse , vile, repetillion humans,  to ever slither on this green Earth.

You shall never hear of that dead stank 'hoe, martha jane walters hodges doster waston lamoureaux.  Not because they are ashamed ,  they AGREE!  
The silent observers  do see you as something vile, "too black".
It is true, they can not possibly care less. They just want you to hurry up, shut up and die.
Yes! I'M BEAMING!!! I know that I have been 
rescued! DELIVERED FROM A COMPLETE SUCCUBUS!
Do I care that NO ONE cares? Of course! People playing stupid, and delivering all of the maggot excuses , certainly makes me glad that I've reached "OLD".
The nerve of satan, of all pathological liars, is astounding.
No, I'm not sensitive! I'm a SURVIVOR!
Jesus told us to not cast our pearls before swine. In other words, stop wasting your wind,  and engery on people that play stupid.
Yes, some people that you seriously love , and respect will just piss on you,  and call it fresh rain. 
Well, "It is what it is."
Cling to your JOY!
BEAMING!!!

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