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Dec 2020
I've heard this my whole life

I have never quite understood....

Why can't you be like everyone else???

*** am I Pinocchio and made of wood?


You have though ... I must say

treated me quite unfairly and bluntly this way

Told me my gifts were bad and not good

Unless you needing healing

Then its at my feet you stood!!

Told me I was sick and a monster under control

Until you needed safe passage and protection from said hood

told me I the DEVIL and evil thing of Sorts

Then begged me to speak To God and the Angels of all sorts!!

Spiritually ***** and made to feel ashamed

That all is my doing and I am the EVIL to blame!!

The countless tricks and traps that you lay before me

As I prayed to God to restore THEE

I have a tounge as sharp as a sword

A heart quite more powerful for LOVE I emplore

So I will leave you with this and I know you will say

That woman is crazy I wish i could be like her more!!


~~~~Mixhelleann from the Kitchen 12-16-2020 @3:51 am
Michelle A Ford
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Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
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