Circle Sisters 13dark & divine goddess lifestyle
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(Inspired by Keturah Harmony and Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower)
I use to wonder how they learned to be so cruel- and calloused- and cold. How so much cunning came to compose their make-up so young. I wondered what harsh realities their innocent eyes witnessed that tainted their smiles to hide such envy, and hate, and lust, and deceit. How I managed to avoid acquiring the skills for formulating such diabolical methodical strategies- kept my youthful immaturity and niavete. Why I still had love wedged deeply inside my ears and trust within my muscles. Why I Never saw them coming to hurt me- for no other reason than because there was nothing else to do and what I had to smile about anyways? And since I had so much happines- they wanted some too. They wanted mine. I probably looked like a sucker, a sitting target, all smiling and loving- arms wide open- heart on my sleeve. They wasnt use to my kind. Thinking me weak becuase I cried, real tears. They wasnt use to my kind. People who still had feelings. Musta been they was dead on the inside, Zombie-like folks they was use to. Taught them how to suck the life outta bone marrow. But, Real Love Endures. Just gets stronger over time- tears provide fertilizer to Grow Wisdom. Cause Love Carriers are made different, special. Shining Light, exposing the Light-Snatcher's empty spaces- insufficiences. They see all that happiness the World had Nothing to do with and cant figure where it came from. Or how to put it out, or put it on- Makes them Angry cause it aint fair. And it aint. But, it also aint My fault. I didnt ask for it- was just born this way with it inside my Eyes, till it seeps out my toenails back into the Earth. You can smell it in my scalp. I stopped trying to figure it out. Learned to accept, and protect myself from them Soul-Snatchers, Joy-Stealers. Who dont know how to love- freely- Cant give it or receive it- No matter how much JuJu, or Christianity, or Islam, or Hindu, or Ba'Hai, or Meditation they practice. just cant fake this thang- Either you got it or you dont. Use to think I was cursed, felt too much, too deep, too often- Still cry for the children, and the women, and the men, and the animals, and the trees, ALL GOD. Cause somebody has to Feel- to protect, to nurture. Use to think something was wrong with me. Me caring, loving, trusting, trying too much. Then I realized- I accepted MY GIFT. They the ones with the problem. Empty people Dead on the inside Searching for love They cant Feel Inside.
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