Story Teller

I got this story to tell
of hell and a white woman
who pushed out Brown skin babies but goes after other Black and POC like she has rabies.

I got this story to tell of lies held until old age and death settles upon deeply wrinkled and sin full
skin.

I got this story to tell of malice so deep yet unfounded but that doesn’t matter because only the poison matters and it’s become your joy juice.

I got this story to tell of 55% of you will smell like sour milk as your sourness and stench spills out of your pores and EVERY one but you can tell the milk’s gone bad. Maybe sour is all you know.

I got this story to tell of the super spreader cracker and his cracker jack box education certified by losers of a bygone war and you’re still losing. Except, you don’t know that because you can barely read with any comprehension.

Yeah, I got a story to tell of rising and overcoming, joyful and proud, loud and gorgeous, bold and prosperous; and there is nothing you can do about it.

The End.

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