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In honor of Maya Angelou

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Are My Words Silent, Or You Are Just Not Listening turned 4 today!

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The Preacher Man Coming to this jailhouse talking about saving souls. I ain’t but four year past in Islam. I am listening to what you are saying. You are telling these men to keep praying after you told them the story of the two prophets. You speaking from Kings Chapter 13. This is in the bible where there are two men of God, and two different messages. You said that God sent a new messenger from Juda traveling to Bethal. Ordered was he to keep his covenant, King 13:9 , “For so it was charged me by the word of the Lord, saying, eat no bread, nor drink water, nor turn again by the same way that thou camest”. So he didn’t eat at the king’s request, he left and went another way. Now, the old prophet heard about what happened and offered him food and drink, and to sweeten the pot, told him that he got the message from an angle. The new prophet yield to his request and did go with him. The old prophet reveals his trick and told the new guy that because he was disobedient he would never be able to return home or to be buried in is fathers plot. The old prophet sent the new guy on his way, on an ass. In the new guys travel he was attacked by a lion and killed. There his body is on the ground, and next to it is the ass, and the lion. This preacher man suggested to them not to take off their thinking caps, and i surely did not. Now the new prophet is dead and the old one lives, to bury the new one and the old one continues with his evil ways. Yet more people followed the man of God simply because he suggested that his truth came from the word of God. I wanted to know if the old prophet was allowed to continue to preach. I asked the question as plainly as I could. I already knew the answer. The answer is YES! This preacher man made it seem unimportant. Just knowing this fact corrupts this word. A corrupt Prophet left to do as he wished… My question turned to if both men are sent by God, and both suggest that there word is true, then who do we listen to? The truth is that one man is not telling the truth, however he is left to live. The man who told the truth died for not fulfilling the covenant he had with God. This preacher man turned on his heels and back peddled. I  could see the fear in his face, as he pointed at me with his book in hand, smiled, and told the crowd, That is a very good question. I will come back to you. He turned suit and began his sermon on how man is sinful, and we shouldn’t listen to man, but only listen to God. And as i interjected that these were God’s messengers, and one is corrupt  and the other is not, it is clear the corruption continued, however he would not address that fact. He went on to say that even the lion obeyed God whereas man was disobedient. With my thinking cap still on, I never took it off. I discovered that there is a distinct difference with animals and man. God only gave man the ability of free will.  A lion can only be a lion. However when a lion is not hungry it does not kill anything. It is the lions nature to kill to eat. Man has the ability to live like a lion, a dog, even a tree, but a tree can’t be a man, a lion can’t be a goat. So the statement that even the animals obey God is correct but in the sense that everything that God has made obeys Him but we are given the choice of free will,  if we choose to or not. That is one of the reasons satin does not like man. He was not able to defend his words or interrupt the passage of where he was reading from. I am have only be practicing Islam for 4 year, and by no means am I proficient, yet as a thinking man things seem to be a bit obvious yet others do not and will not question. Again, if the corrupt prophet was left to live and continue his corruption, how much of God’s words were lies, and misinterpret. How many people were lead astray because of the words he gave others and they believed? It is said that the Jews corrupted the Bible on purpose and that is what it sounds like the Bible is admitting. My problem is not at all with the Bible but the relaxed way in which most people gloss over what they don’t want to be important. They harp on the things that they want to be important, even if it is just a verse. Most take them out of context. Stop using the Bible as your captures have and are still using the Bible as a weapon to confuse and subdue one another. The Bible is meant to warn all, and the bearer of good news. If there is something that you don’t understand.. Let that be, don’t share your hypothesis with other without them knowing that it is what you think and not what God says.

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The Preacher Man Coming to this jailhouse talking about saving souls. I ain’t but four year past in Islam. I am listening to what you are saying. You are telling these men to keep praying after you told them the story of the two prophets. You speaking from Kings Chapter 13. This is in the bible where there are two men of God, and two different messages. You said that God sent a new messenger from Juda traveling to Bethal. Ordered was he to keep his covenant, King 13:9 , “For so it was charged me by the word of the Lord, saying, eat no bread, nor drink water, nor turn again by the same way that thou camest”. So he didn’t eat at the king's request, he left and went another way. Now, the old prophet heard about what happened and offered him food and drink, and to sweeten the pot, told him that he got the message from an angle. The new prophet yield to his request and did go with him. The old prophet reveals his trick and told the new guy that because he was disobedient he would never be able to return home or to be buried in is fathers plot. The old prophet sent the new guy on his way, on an ass. In the new guys travel he was attacked by a lion and killed. There his body is on the ground, and next to it is the ass, and the lion. This preacher man suggested to them not to take off their thinking caps, and i surely did not. Now the new prophet is dead and the old one lives, to bury the new one and the old one continues with his evil ways. Yet more people followed the man of God simply because he suggested that his truth came from the word of God. I wanted to know if the old prophet was allowed to continue to preach. I asked the question as plainly as I could. I already knew the answer. The answer is YES! This preacher man made it seem unimportant. Just knowing this fact corrupts this word. A corrupt Prophet left to do as he wished… My question turned to if both men are sent by God, and both suggest that there word is true, then who do we listen to? The truth is that one man is not telling the truth, however he is left to live. The man who told the truth died for not fulfilling the covenant he had with God. This preacher man turned on his heels and back peddled. I  could see the fear in his face, as he pointed at me with his book in hand, smiled, and told the crowd, That is a very good question. I will come back to you. He turned suit and began his sermon on how man is sinful, and we shouldn’t listen to man, but only listen to God. And as i interjected that these were God’s messengers, and one is corrupt  and the other is not, it is clear the corruption continued, however he would not address that fact. He went on to say that even the lion obeyed God whereas man was disobedient. With my thinking cap still on, I never took it off. I discovered that there is a distinct difference with animals and man. God only gave man the ability of free will.  A lion can only be a lion. However when a lion is not hungry it does not kill anything. It is the lions nature to kill to eat. Man has the ability to live like a lion, a dog, even a tree, but a tree can’t be a man, a lion can’t be a goat. So the statement that even the animals obey God is correct but in the sense that everything that God has made obeys Him but we are given the choice of free will,  if we choose to or not. That is one of the reasons satin does not like man. He was not able to defend his words or interrupt the passage of where he was reading from. I am have only be practicing Islam for 4 year, and by no means am I proficient, yet as a thinking man things seem to be a bit obvious yet others do not and will not question. Again, if the corrupt prophet was left to live and continue his corruption, how much of God's words were lies, and misinterpret. How many people were lead astray because of the words he gave others and they believed? It is said that the Jews corrupted the Bible on purpose and that is what it sounds like the Bible is admitting. My problem is not at all with the Bible but the relaxed way in which most people gloss over what they don’t want to be important. They harp on the things that they want to be important, even if it is just a verse. Most take them out of context. Stop using the Bible as your captures have and are still using the Bible as a weapon to confuse and subdue one another. The Bible is meant to warn all, and the bearer of good news. If there is something that you don’t understand.. Let that be, don’t share your hypothesis with other without them knowing that it's what you think and not what God says.

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Cornbread

Cornbread

Oh, this is their sweet bread that doesn’t taste like much. The daily bread that we have for almost all of our meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner. It is that cornbread, yup, that cornbread, is the winner. Cause the pattern is, the cornbread, is the pill. The cornbread, is the pill. The cornbread.. is .. the pill. Have you ever noticed that when you get a group of men together, there is always a debate. There is an arousal of the masses. There is a undercover internal struggle of dominance. I am still baffled as to where that dynamic went. So I noticed a pattern. At night when there was just sandwiches and no cornbread. Then next morning no cornbread, the flow, of foolishness comes our way. I am speaking about the feeding conditions in jail, in Georgia. The dorm gets louder, and the men get manlier. Over the next few days, cornbread is unimplemented on our trays, put in our mouths, and traded like currency. “ I got, one soup, for your cornbread”, yelled across the room. A retort, is boasted in return, “ Two cookies, for your cornbread”. Hasn’t anyone else noticed that The cornbread is mostly flat. It doesn't rise to the height of the cake. Could we have stopped to think that the cornbread, is the pill? Now i could be lying or just looking for something to be crying about. Take animals for an instant, if you wanted it to take a pill, you wouldn’t give it a glass of water and offer it a pill. You put the pill in its food. Crushing it up and mixing it in its food. You’d do that with Fido, your dog right? So mixing a mild depressant such as Vortioxetine, or more popular here in Georgia, Ketamine, where studies are being conducted by highly specialized psychiatric clinics i.e. jails, and prisons, mixing it with the batter is the fix. “  Ketamine, sold under the brand name Ketalar among others, is a medication mainly used for starting and maintaining anesthesia. It induces a trance-like state while providing pain relief, sedation, and memory loss. Other uses include for chronic pain and for sedation in intensive care. Wikipedia”, a direct quote. One could work in the kitchen and never catch this, because the powder is mixed in the flour. Who ever mixes it, is in the know, and those who fix it will never know, how this thing is dished out. Who has the clearance to agree on the psychology, of this being the right thing to do? It has to be a drug that is water soluble, like a vitamin that washes through your system. That is maybe the reason why it it not given for a few days concurrently. That is to control the tempers, of the men. The facility is in control. They are in control of not only what we eat and drink but what we do, and how we do it. Would we ever stop to think that they would ensue that much control over you?  While in jail, we are the ignorant bystanders, the test dummies for the state. We test everything from the non meat, meat patties to the drugs they put in our food.

There are several items that should be investigated, not only to see if there are any harmful effects, but to also know who are the contributors to the local, state, and federal criminal justice system. I have gathered the following products and their information.

M&B Products Inc.

Temple Terrance Fl. 33537

Maximum Security

Antiperspirant Deodorant Manufactured Exclusively for Bob Barker Co. Inc.

Fuguay, Varina N.C 27526

Good Source Solutions

Sugar free  Drink Mix fortified with Nutim- boost

Contents, Peblyamanne  (spelling may be incorrect)

Minees Global Brands

Imported exclusively for Global Brands LLC.

Scottsdale, AZ. 85260

AmerFresh

Fluoride Toothpaste, look up the drug facts

I believe this is located in Seattle Wa.

Charm-Tex

Lightly scented deodorant soap

Amerfresh

Shampoo

Product of China Distributed by Amercare Products Inc.

Woodinville, Wa 98072

Follow these products to know who is paying for your visit, and who profits from your stay in jail. Who are the great masterminds behind the cornbread? The controller of sight and sound, smell, and general feel of their caged environment.

You ever ask the question, why are the police alway in my neighborhood, not solving crimes, but arresting people for traffic violations? How does a female cop enters someone else's apartment with her apartment keys and shoots the occupant dead? How does a mere traffic stop in up as ten days in the county jail? Why has the local police department racked up a total of 5.3 million dollars on over all traffic stops alone, yet their crime solving rate is nearly 40%. Can we, suggest that the answer, could start to be investigated with the cornbread? The cornbread is the pill. Now, whether it is the blue one or the red, we will never know cause it's mixed in the flour, where Monie is. She is in the middle.

In the middle if you don’t eat the cornbread, don’t eat the cornbread and anarchy could take place. Don’t eat the cornbread and you will be able to think for yourself. Don’t eat the cornbread, and you will see how inhuman this place really is. Don’t eat your cornbread, and you will see the bacteria in the bathrooms which is a hazard to your health. Don’t eat the cornbread and notice that the air is filled with dust and sentiments, and the ducts should be cleaned every three months due to continuous use. Don’t eat the cornbread and notice that the dorm could be cleaned, walls washed and the pait refreshed in a matter of hours, or while we were outside in the yard. Don’t eat the cornbread and complain about not getting fresh air or seeing outside of the jail until you are released. Don’t eat the cornbread and you will finally know that the smell in the clothes comes from the stench in the bathrooms.  It is the smell of stale urine despite the daily cleaning. There needs to be an industrial cleaner used at least once a week. Don’t eat the cornbread and the illusion of the guards attitudes will allow you to see who has the most humanity for their fellow man. Don’t eat the cornbread and be woke!! Don’t eat the cornbread only if you want a dose of reality.  

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Sausage Party the real story

The real meaning behind Sausage Party

“ I know that I am really late ... I told myself that I would never watch anything that Seth Rogen puts out. His latest movie  Sausage Party.  Mind you he is a proclaimed Jew.  He claims the Jewish faith however his movie is about giving into your inhibitions, and doing what you want despite your religious affiliation.  Mind you he suggests that he is a “ dick”. Now given that information go through the movie and every time you hear or see hotdog, or “sausage” replace it with “dick”. Now you get the point. Filled with sexual innuendo, and straight forward messages of homosexuality, I now see why this movie was popular among the younger generation.  It told three stories.  One of a sexual revolution.  If Sex is what you want start with the tip. The second story was, of faith.  If we are all gonna die what's the point of following rules, that are antiquated, and in this day and age make no since. Just be happy, and screw, that is the one way we can all get along. That is the only way we can be assured of togetherness.  The third story was an all out assault on God. First he attacked the books of faith, with not following the rules. In the speech at the end of the movie when he addresses the congregation,moreover the grocery store.  He made it ok to kill or be killed.  He suggested that if death is no doubt to happen and there is nothing after death, then have sex and be together. Give into your inhibitions, Sex drug, and rock and roll. There was also a part of the movie which gave credence to what to do about the human factor.  Keep them drugged.  All of this in one movie.  And let's not forget that this is written by a warped Jewish man. Sounds like a repeat of a propaganda .  Let's be reminded that it is the Jews who believes that Christ will not return because he has not come yet. Let's not forget that it was the Jewish people who from the Bible's standpoint point killed Jesus. Let's not misplace the knowledge of who did the man's interuputation of the Bible to suit their desires so that they are only in possession of the true word, wheather or not they live it , is not the point. I am not being a separatist.  And I have nothing against Jews.  I do find it ironic that yet again a Jewish man is messing with the mind of the masses. His message of love and peace comes at a price. I will let you be the judge of what that price is. And ask yourself if that price is something you could afford to, pay or not pay. Here is a copy of the speech given by Frank. Knowing what you now know read this and tell me what you think; “ Frank: Um... Friends... Ramen... Country Club Lemonade. Country Club Lemonade: Huh? Frank: Lend me your ears of Corn. Corn: Eh. Replace sausage with dick, and see how different the message is.   Frank: I am Frank... and I am a sausage. A little sausage with some pretty big news. ...Everything we've been led to believe is a lie! When we get chosen by the gods, they're choosing us for death! “God is a killer when we choose him we are choosing death” .  Murder! Automatic expiration! ...The Great Beyond is bullstuff!   “ Heaven is bullshit” Indian Chutney: WHAT?! Chunk Munchers Cereal: That's crazy talk! Lettuce: YOU LIAR! Frank: I know you don't wanna believe it. But, I have proof! (shows the page from the cookbook, depicting a graphic image of a hot dog being eaten, everyone shocked in horror) “ translation God killing for no reason “ Licorice Rope: What is this?! Relish: It's... It's murder! Sammy: This... This makes no sense. Lavash: But what about the extra-virgin olive oil? My flaps will be dry for an eternity! I can't have dry flaps. I can't! (Ululating) “ pun, Muslims believe they will have virgin in the hereafter” Frank: Okay, whoa, whoa, easy. Guys! Easy! Look, I have a plan: We can run! Ice Cream: I can't run! I'll melt! Frank: Okay, then we'll hide. Bag of Dog Food: Where? I'm huge. Frank: Then we'll fight! Peanut: I ain't fighting alongside fruits! Watermelon: Whatever, you nutjob. Indian Chutney: So we cannot run, we cannot hide and we cannot stand up to them, because they're gods! And they are immortal! So basically, there's no hope and we're royally DOOMED!   “ The intention of what Frank said is to cause this reaction. “ Chunk Munchers Cereal: Hey, guys! You wanna believe that? [referring a cookbook] Or this? “ You want to believe what you know or this piece of paper “ (A Honey Drippers cereal box around turns around, revealing two kids holding up a happy box of the cereal) Watermelon: I don't like bad things. Apple: Me, either. Indian Chutney: We choose the more pleasant thing. Ice Cream: Yeah. I mean, what this sausage is saying, it's just a theory. Frank: No, no, no, it's not a theory, you morons! It's a fact! I'm showing you physical evidence! Open your stupid eyes, don't be so weak! “ Showing them a picture of God eating or in their terms killing them for no reason “ Brenda: Oh, Frank, what are you doing? “ This is the song sung at the beginning of the movie. This is the song that they all sang and believed. This is the song that Frank/ Seth is telling you no to sing any longer.” Frank: Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Corn's about to start singing! Drop it, Corn! You got the best voice! Carl: You're the man, Corn! You rule! Take it away, bro! Corn: Dear Gods... you're so divine in each and every way, to you we pray. Cabbage: Dear Gods... we pledge our love to you, forever more. Caramel Corn Chips: We always felt we had a special bond. Lollipop: Take us to the Great Beyond. Multiple food: Where we're sure Nothing bad happens to food Cheese: Once we're out the sliding doors Things will all be grand Milk: We will live our dreams together in the Promised Land! Potato chips: The gods control our fate So we all know we're in good hands Fruit: We're super sure there's nothing scary Waiting for us in the Great Beyond Sodas: And every aisle Thinks something different Second song Corn: Dear Gods... You're so divine in each and every way To you we pray Frank: Brenda! Lettuce: Dear gods...We pledge our love to you Forever more Frank: Brenda! You gotta get out of there! No! No, no, no! No! Brenda: Frank! No! Frank: Brenda! Oh, God. Multiple food: Where we're sure nothing bad happens to food Cheese: Once we're out the sliding doors, things will all be grand Frank: Brenda! Ralph: Hey. What's up? I'm Ralph. Looks like this is happening, huh? Yeah, I've been working on my moves. Ever heard of the jackrabbit? Brenda: Oh, no. The gods will always care for us They won't squeeze us out their butts We cannot overstate How confident we are That our beliefs are accurate And nothing awful happens to us... Frank: Brenda! No! Where is she? Shoot! Aw, dammit. I blew it. Barry: Hey. Doesn't mean it's too late to redeem yourself. Take it from me...Barry. Frank: Barry? ls this real? You're alive! Barry: You bet yourself I am. Frank: But how? Barry: I'll tell you how. The gods can be... Ahem. Excuse me. The gods can be killed! Frank: Oh, What in blazes did you do?! Barry: I know. Look at this guy. (imitating Druggie) I'm a idiot. I'm dead now. I've been on a bad path for years. Let me tell you the story of my stupid death. Barry found a way to kill God.... Barry: I'll tell you how. The gods can be... Ahem. Excuse me. The gods can be killed! Frank: Oh, What in blazes did you do?! Barry: I know. Look at this guy. (imitating Druggie) I'm a idiot. I'm dead now. I've been on a bad path for years. Let me tell you the story of my stupid death. “ By killing God one can do what they want to and there will be no final judgement. “ Teresa: He's flawed, as are we all. But your Frank did say some things that have stayed with me. We live our lives with all these rules and some of them stop us from doing the things we want... causing our deepest urges to be suppressed when they are gathering like wildfire between our legs! “ Religion restricts us from what we want to do. What we want the most is Sex.” “ Even though Seth allows the bagel and the pita bread, both religious figures to commit sodomy on one another , this is his answer to two women: “ Teresa: Look, Brenda, I'm going to come clean.↵I have feelings for you I can't deny.  Crotch feelings. Brenda: "Crotch"? Teresa: Sorry. But I'm not a soft taco.↵I'm a hard, horny taco. Brenda: Oh, you don't have to apologize. Honestly, if the rules were different, maybe I'd give it a whirl. Don't knock it till you try it, right? Teresa: That's what I'm saying. Brenda: But I can't try it. And therefore, I have to knock it. It's just not what the gods intended. Look, there's temptation everywhere. I see it. Stiff sausages and sexy tacos. But if there is one thing I've learned to do this journey...what we want doesn't matter. You can't disobey the gods. I'm really sorry. I'll never forget you. Hola, Teresa. “  Comments are much needed. “

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Deliberate

Deliberate

You had better be fucking straight

Before you bitch ass came into this world of criminals you had no idea that this shit was here

And, now ain’t the time to be fearing it

If, before your lilly yellow ass didn’t walk with distinction you had better learn

When you set foot down, on this here ground you better own it

If you ain’t got no courage, you had better clone it

Cause all the bastards up in here are trying to survive

And if that means taking some flesh of your behind, so be it

oh , you thought they would show dominance right away, and they did you fuckin’ blinked and missed it

Hum man?

While in the cuffs, on the streets, you’d better get right

While in the backseat of that cops car, you better get that game face tight

While them cuffs are behind your back, you stick out your chest

Cause you are the brave, to create the rules that they tell you not to break

They no longer have industry here in this land

Yet they suggest that they want to make their country great again

They build buildings and we come

Then they shut them down and take the loss except for one

Now, there are many stuck to a promise that will never bloom

In a room full of other qualified recipients

Thinking they would be groomed to be the flunky

Earn the money money that the flunkies make

In the main interview room with 15 others, just like you

You see that you are gonna have to be straight forward

You gotta stick out your chest cause you came into this world of corporate america that you didn’t know existed

The only way they accept you if if you can still be black and not be black

You feel me jack?

Cause when they throw your black ass in that 10X20 holding cell.

That smells of the pain that comes inside of her

It smells of the discontented spit on the walls

And from the blood, from the fight last night, when the last straw was drawn

It smells from the piss on the floor and the shit on the walls

That spell out FUCK YOU

In brown, smeared letters

While walking past that guard, and pushing the door to doom, stick out your chest

Cause you are the brave to create the rules that they tell you not to break

You are here son cause their idea of a supplement is

To equate your worth on some fucking scale

And give you bare minimum to have a meal

You know that you can’t get by,

They don’t see the nights that your black ass stays up and cry

You crying cause if you don’t do something your babies will not have anything to eat

So you sell your body and are known as the freak of the streets

But pussy has to be sold so kids can eat cause if kids can’t eat them kids can’t sleep

Your idea of a supplement and theirs is the same

But what they give you is legal gain

What you have to do to make up the difference they are saying

Its illegal, so who is running this game

Brave is you accepting their supplement, and doing something on your own to further support your family

So, you sell a few drugs, God knows you won’t get rich of this but you can be ok with it

Selling that green machine to speak to those who needs to be taken to another place of existence

You sell to those who need the pain to stop for a little while

Someone who need to escape that motherhood, or fatherhood or humanity  for a moment or two

When their children are barely feed and the water tonight decides not to get hot.. Longing for a better tomorrow

You sell that grass like you owned a lawn care service

You luck up to be in a place so fucked up

That the medicine you have is all that your constituency needs

Some of them have plead with you to take just what they have

To get that fix and now your are banking like Dr. Horowitz

Nationally the country sells drugs, they used to call it a controlled substance

Now that their science modify it  

Proposition 215 says that only in California  was the first place, to say I can get high

Can my brothers and sisters who are locked up for distribution of this now medicine

Be set free in light of the new laws

Or does the government want to keep their claws into our population

And keep us behind bars

Perhaps we were the innovators knowing the regenerative powers of this here hurb

It's our government  that was sitting on the curb waiting and wanting to catch up

Shit we been selling and smoking this shit for decades what the fuck

It's like everything black

It's not worth a damn until the man can access a price tag and hold out his hand for his return

Kameliah 9*11*18

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Foster child continue.

It's summertime and I am about 4 years old and at the time I really didn't like it but now I can look back on it with a fondness, that my mother did like me enough to begin our education. My mother bought books after books. We had phonic books, number book, color, books, coloring books, reading books. I was a sponge so,I took to the book pretty good. I didn't like being told what to do,,so I played a lot. We, my other foster children, are sitting on a wooden porch learning. It was like we were in school. It did prepare us for school. We took naps, breakfast, lunch, and we were allowed to play in the yard. There was some PE when we had to pick weeds from the gardens, and plant flowers, and plants. This is one of a few memories of what it is like to be a foster child.

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Two days of being a foster child

I know that many think that being a foster child, is like given a second chance, and in many respects it is. As a foster child, I did get a second chance and a first chance to see the spite of many black Americans that would use the system to pervert, and use the children that are thrown away as their lab rats. Not every one was like that but that was the frame of mind of quite a few. My foster parents were not like that. My mom she loved children and my dad loved anything my mom told him that she liked. He really wanted to make her happy. Well, my mother’s sister Dr. Gertie Winfield was one of the people who perverted the system indirectly. When I was 9-10 years old , my mother had to return to church in the late evening. She loved to sing and was apart of the church choir. Gertie was always at our house because her husband she says abused her. Really he was a womanizer and had many women, and loved to drink. She hide out at our house recking havoc in the lives of the children in the house. On this day, my mom asked Gertie to babysit us until she came back. Funny thing is that when she does babysit, there was always a problem. This day wasn’t different but I will share how a typical day being babysat by Gertie. As soon as we heard the station wagon pull out of the yard, Dr. Gertie Wingfeild goes into free form. She rants about how the girls are whores, and that they will have babies, and don’t know the daddies. Because we are gonna all be like our parents, who ain’t shit and threw us away. The boys are gonna be drug dealers, and strung out on the dope, making baby’s all over the place. We would never be accepted by her family even though my parents have us as foster kids. She was talking out loud, and we were suppose to be taking a nap. I done had enough, I started talking to my brother who was in the room napping with me. Gertie yelled for me to shut up. I didn’t listen. I continued, to say that she was a liar, and that we would not be what she claimed. I spoke on how I did not like her cause she would always start trouble. She got angry and came in the room with a broom. She was swinging the business end of the broom. I scooted to the back of the bunk bed, and dodged most of the swings. She then turned the broom to its handle. She wanted to hurt me. She still missed, and I laughed at her. She left the room and return, grabbing me off the bed and shaking me. At first I thought, this was a joke, then she squeezed my arms and shaking me violently. I yelled Stop! She wouldn’t. She had a slight smile, and saw the distress I had on my face. She held me up in the air, and shook. I yelled let me down, get off me ! She just kept shaking. I was scared and mad. I went limp, and she stopped. Then I lifted my head and said in the most demonic voice I could, get the fuck off of me, put me the fuck down, before I kill you bitch! I started biting at her, and she got scared and dropped me to the floor. That day she was upset and told my mother that I had a demon inside of me and that she would never babysit me again, cause I was possessed. I got a spanking that night from my mom. Before that happened I tried to tell momma what Dr Gertie had been saying. That was not important to momma. Our obedience was much more important to her. Later that week mom asked me to remove the storm glass and replace them with screens. Needless to say the task was difficult, but I did it. The last glass didn’t come out so easy. I dropped the glass in the grass, not knowing that there was a rock in the grass. The glass broke, my mom came out not for my welfare but to see that the noise was defiantly broken. Our neighbor explained what they saw. That made no difference to my mother. That night, Dr. Gertie Wingfeild, and my mother beat the shit out of me. Attempting to get me to admit that I broke the glass on purpose. I yelled and screamed about asking the neighbor. I cried until my voice was horse. They would not hear me. My clothes were ripped off me. I was hit with switches, belts, hands, fist, and shoes that night. Dr. Gertie Wingfeild egged my mother on to continue to beat me. When my mom got tired Gertie picked up, hitting me with her house shoes, and slapping my face, and punching me. Here I am 9- to 10 years old, standing in the corner of the kitchen, almost naked with only shoes and underwear on, being beaten by two women. This is a day in the life of being a foster kid, and hated by Dr. Gertie Wingfeild. She was a terror and there are plenty more to come to show all what it was like being a foster child as the sister, Dr. Gertie Wingfeild sought to have us as modern day slaves. This beating was not the beginnings and it was never the end. She thought that this would never see the light of day.

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Life as a foster kid

I was young as I was past around in the DC metropolitan area.  I felt like a nomad, without turely knowing what that was. Finally I land in a place that is stable and seems normal, not really knowing what normal was.  I was about two and a half.  Years past and I remain at the same address, one gets the notion that what goes on is normal. At least it is not being hit, or starved, left outside until the lighting bugs lite up the nite. At least it was somewhere I could consider nice.  I had to be four or somewhere around there when my biological mother returned into my life all of a sudden, on a fine hot, summer’s day, requesting my presents, brandishing a court order. It was summer, I do know that.  She removed me from solitude into the devils den, so smooth, no one seemed to notice and no one seemed to care.  I remember my grandmother of my foster mother saying, That boy will be back.  Strange thing is grandma hardly ever spoke.  The next seven months would be my graduation to hell.  I was abused, by a biological. Someone who birthed me, threw me in a closet and set newspaper on fire. She whipped me like a slave, with the belt buckle of a very large belt, until my back opened up.  She poured alcohol on to the open scars.  She starved me, hit me like I was an adult, and last but not least, she boiled water, and tried to make me step in a tub full of boiling water.  I watched her boiling the water in the kitchen and walking it down the hall, returning to the kitchen with an empety vessal. I refused to get in the tub. She readjusted the water with cold water, and then grabbing me by the ear, picked me up and threw me in the tub.  As I fly across the small bathroom, I hit my head on the soap dish and land face first in the tub. Fighting to get up, I flip only to discover a foot at my neck holding me down. I decided not to fight any more so I didn’t. Seeing heaven that day, forever changed my life. Hearing what God sound like, being in the presents of has me continuing to fight to live and be heard. As I write this I live, but still remain silent even though I scream loudly, but to others it’s a silent scream

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33 days of reflection starts today, and ends on the day of my birth

I have lived small and under the radar because I was told that I came from shit and that I was not going to be shit by Dr Gertie Wingfeild. She is the sister of my adoptive mother. During the time of my childhood, the Dr. spoke to the children as is if she was the authority on raising children. As I got older I noticed that she had not raised her own children. She placed a stigma on all of the children my parents adopted. She perpetuated slavery, in its worst form. She continued to mentally, physically, and spiritually rape us of all dreams and admiration that our little bodies could carry. We were skin and bones, and our flesh eaten away by her and her bothers and sisters constantly telling us that we did not belong to their family despite my parents adopting us. That their blood was thicker than water, and somehow we our blood was the water, that would never mix with their blood. I will put out on front street how wonderful being taken in by strangers is and how difficult being strangers in a family can be. I will reveal how being the favored really was a nightmare,,and the treatment that most thought was so special made me nothing, more than a fighter, and a rebel. I have made her prophecy of what my life should turn out to be true, and then coming to my senses, I made them false. Dr. Gertie Winfield did our family a huge disservice,many the next 33 days I will uncover the happenings in a family some envied, and others mistook, as a normal functioning family read Ebony Magazine October 1988 pg. 66 so you can be caught up and understand what is being said and why it is being said.

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Returning

I am coming back with my poetry, I would like an audience, where find people who enjoy poetry

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Hello I am not sure who is here

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