Good evening,
New neighbors of my galaxy
As I’m writing to you, fully aware of my surroundings and with an open mind. I’ve come to realize that a wild but tamed and well educated woman of color is not acknowledged within the new age. A free native, natural spirit is no longer tolerated nor truly supported. A shadow or a chain is steal placed upon her feet. The liberty of her honey bell that continues to be produced from her work, has now been carbon copied. Her energy is the new currency, and yet, stupidity makes more cents.
Of course your rebuttal would be, “ she placed her self in such a situation. It’s her fault. And maybe she does make a better slave.”
I’m not sure how to think for the opposite team. But I see nothing has changed within building a bridge to help her climb over the rainbow. Ive come to the conclusion that theirs nothing at the end of the rainbow. But using it as a jump rope, makes a strong heart.
Have we really lost common ground. A quick sand effect on American soil.
Liberty was forced to bee the land of the free and A blind eye was placed upon her and yet she can see the style of her grace on another man or womans face and not of her own children.
Am I to really believe that white people fake the funk and low key steal big mommas honey out of gain. Then mask produce it in other countries. Milk the cow till she can’t be milked anymore. And live off of government assistance.
An end game to kill off the bees in real time on all levels. So the white woman can walk around freely in spirit.
I do not come to bring hate. I come to be real. I come in Peace and within wholeness. Or is she only good for show? Maybe my feelings and thoughts on this matter could be a false flag. And I’ve dug myself to deep within the rabbit hole. Or maybe I’m wanting a sisterhood that has never been thought of. And she wins the big dick, after all. The house, the money and the car. While most black men are gay.
Am I to turn my focus off to save my pure race? Or just bow down to pale skin?
Maybe it’s my time to reach outside the box and grab me a vanilla man. But I love me some chocolate, and white women know why. Must she bee the new pig and I have to suffer and take what’s left over. I mean, I’m still living on the plantation with a futuristic state of mind. But steal chained to the rhythm of a dead beat.
I’ve already discovered that the bodies and energies have been switch. White body, black soul. Black body, white soul.
Im not lost nor am I looking to bee found. But I know my light has been lied upon And triple chocolate comes off as a threat. But the tech department can cause more damage then good.
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Good night beautiful creepers
