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Just One Look STILL BEAMING!!!

YES!!! I'm still BEAMING! 
DELIVERED! 
RESCUED!
HUMBLED!
GRATEFUL!
LORD, I don't mean to be critical but, EIGHTY-EIGHT YEARS!
WTF!!!
What the **** did I do? I was born.  Of course I was born! What did you expect? Did you hate,  and violate me, us, because no decent wo/man would ever have you?
Did you ever consider telling the truth, sabout anything, just once?
Did you really think your white skin a gift,  from GOD? Did you really believe that your color,  white,  automatically endowed you with super powers, super intellect?
Did you really think I was forsaken?
Did you really believe in that "Loyalty" oath,  that you preached but, never gave?
How does "Victory" taste in the mouth of a known cheater? How does "Victory" smell on the lips of a potus that preformed fallatio on a microphone,  twice?
One thing about it, I can't unsee my "birthER" consenting to having "group sex", a "Train", if you will, in my nineteen year old presence!
Never! No, I never said much after s/he preformed on me,  for my reaction, in the first place.
Demon possession. Just plain old "Demon possession".  No right minded Christian, no righteous thinking,  hue-man being,  is ever going to engage in such behavior , then demand my silence.
No! I shall never bend my knee!
No, I don't have white skin, testicles or wealth. I still have good sense. I still know some very evil wo/men are ruling! Deliberately engaging in psychological warfare. Deliberately terrorizing those that are still terrorized from thousands of years of "Man's Inhumanity to Wo/Man".
 Picking on those still unable to defend themselves. Children, the elderly, infirm,  and marginalized.
Why? 
Demon Possessed!
I'm still not bending my knee.
That low slut is Flung!
Just another dead , lying coward,  that happened to be racist, Color Struck priitive and IGNORANT!
No, s/he never loved me. I consider that her lost.
Still BEAMING!!!

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