talk about signs
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i tried to stay home tonight. on my new program of closing three years of wandering.. only for my elder cousin to call me and tell me she passed by my watering hole and eh see me. so she came by, i got dressed and we went out to karaoke.
she shared with me a printed pic of me at her celebration party from last saturday. who prints pics again/? and then she tells me to show it to one of my haters. the one who tried to set me up last friday and i told her that if some shit had popped off the first bottle was for her and the next was the one she agitated. well that set off a whole myriad of responses on her part. what police partner she eh call, what crew of men she eh tell, the bartender and bar owner she tell. and then what made it bad, one of the cunts in her male crew rammed his car into my chair three times. reverse pull up. reverse pull up. reverse pull up. each time a hit. the weird ass mf thing? I never moved. never got up from the chair. never responded or reacted. and i think that is some crazy shit. the whole time i was watching him in shock surprise, confusion. but i know now i was spirit inhabited. that and i carry no fear. i may even have been transported. but the whole time i was steering him in his face, dont even know his name except by his brother, and even then, he could have had a different sire. these slave bred triflings. the look on his face. but the truth is, i blanked him years prior as the inconsequence he is so he was toting. it is a dangerous thing to take drama to people who toting.
but anyway..it took me a night of sleep to realize the next morning that the sixty four year old sow told them about the story and he as a cunt take up fight between women. and thought he was coming for me. i dont think he realize that he was caught on camera.
no one came to my aid. not the brother of my ex-lover. not any of the men in that cove, and i was stunned
beyond the first point of offense, I never even took it up with the bitch warring with me.. a sixty four year old woman. and it was this week i realize she is one of those creatures in competition with her youngers.. i also realize her man, one of about three, but the one she most favors, muches me highly. and i think that was the source of everything
anyway, to cut this story short. where i decided I would stop liming on the ground with these hoes.. my elder cousin comes for me. she too in her mid sixties. then she begins to regale us all of her celebratory party and shows what??? a video of her stickfighting at the party and taking getting the best of her oppone nt, though all in fun.
then she begins to tell them a narrative of the fight joust. pretense. and i was struck in the hearing. i realize. the ancestors sent this woman, my prime hater cousin to come get me. to show these fuckers I shall not be coward or bowed, even though I tried to be. not that i am. but i realized i cant fight them all. and with no back I cant see who might advance to me from the back. and having zero ride or dies, thought it best not to fuck with these bitches, so decided to cut it all off and stay home
and here she is/ my biggest hater. being sent by her ancestors. our priors. and i was stunned. I told her. tolder her three times. that despite her self and our living on this plane in this time...there are those and things that transcend. that i belong not to anyone currently living but all dead. my paternal grandmother my maternal grandparents, my maternal great aunt, her mother. my brother.
and despite herself she was sent to show up to these bitches. I am not fucking alone. fuck with me at your own peril. we got stick fighters living. women not men
i would be so intrigued to find out how them interpreted that dynamic. but it never me mind. i was so elevated. i am protected
then i went on to sing. and told no one believed, as quiet as I am, that i have all that talent
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i am a spirit child.
we have so many things to teach our children
their very hater might be the person the spirits send to protect and guard them
there are dynamics of identity, your privilege, your blessings, will earn the ire of many lessers....
?
i tried to stay home tonight. on my new program of closing three years of wandering.. only for my elder cousin to call me and tell me she passed by my watering hole and eh see me. so she came by, i got dressed and we went out to karaoke.
she shared with me a printed pic of me at her celebration party from last saturday. who prints pics again/? and then she tells me to show it to one of my haters. the one who tried to set me up last friday and i told her that if some shit had popped off the first bottle was for her and the next was the one she agitated. well that set off a whole myriad of responses on her part. what police partner she eh call, what crew of men she eh tell, the bartender and bar owner she tell. and then what made it bad, one of the cunts in her male crew rammed his car into my chair three times. reverse pull up. reverse pull up. reverse pull up. each time a hit. the weird ass mf thing? I never moved. never got up from the chair. never responded or reacted. and i think that is some crazy shit. the whole time i was watching him in shock surprise, confusion. but i know now i was spirit inhabited. that and i carry no fear. i may even have been transported. but the whole time i was steering him in his face, dont even know his name except by his brother, and even then, he could have had a different sire. these slave bred triflings. the look on his face. but the truth is, i blanked him years prior as the inconsequence he is so he was toting. it is a dangerous thing to take drama to people who toting.
but anyway..it took me a night of sleep to realize the next morning that the sixty four year old sow told them about the story and he as a cunt take up fight between women. and thought he was coming for me. i dont think he realize that he was caught on camera.
no one came to my aid. not the brother of my ex-lover. not any of the men in that cove, and i was stunned
beyond the first point of offense, I never even took it up with the bitch warring with me.. a sixty four year old woman. and it was this week i realize she is one of those creatures in competition with her youngers.. i also realize her man, one of about three, but the one she most favors, muches me highly. and i think that was the source of everything
anyway, to cut this story short. where i decided I would stop liming on the ground with these hoes.. my elder cousin comes for me. she too in her mid sixties. then she begins to regale us all of her celebratory party and shows what??? a video of her stickfighting at the party and taking getting the best of her oppone nt, though all in fun.
then she begins to tell them a narrative of the fight joust. pretense. and i was struck in the hearing. i realize. the ancestors sent this woman, my prime hater cousin to come get me. to show these fuckers I shall not be coward or bowed, even though I tried to be. not that i am. but i realized i cant fight them all. and with no back I cant see who might advance to me from the back. and having zero ride or dies, thought it best not to fuck with these bitches, so decided to cut it all off and stay home
and here she is/ my biggest hater. being sent by her ancestors. our priors. and i was stunned. I told her. tolder her three times. that despite her self and our living on this plane in this time...there are those and things that transcend. that i belong not to anyone currently living but all dead. my paternal grandmother my maternal grandparents, my maternal great aunt, her mother. my brother.
and despite herself she was sent to show up to these bitches. I am not fucking alone. fuck with me at your own peril. we got stick fighters living. women not men
i would be so intrigued to find out how them interpreted that dynamic. but it never me mind. i was so elevated. i am protected
then i went on to sing. and told no one believed, as quiet as I am, that i have all that talent
<3 span="">i am a spirit child.
we have so many things to teach our children
their very hater might be the person the spirits send to protect and guard them
there are dynamics of identity, your privilege, your blessings, will earn the ire of many lessers....
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