Don't feel sorry for me...

feel sorry for your simple self.  Somebody convinced you that you were better, could do just what you pleased because you had light skin.  You were stupid enough to believe that trite.

Some one told you that you could be common and carnal if you were a good enough liar. (Nobody told you about birth control,  did they?)

Some one convinced you that your fake preaching would save you from the wrath of GOD.  Who told you that "wichcraft" was some special magic that only you could control?

You look in the mirror and see the fairest, most beautiful, brilliant woman in the land.  I suggest you look again.   While you are looking, look at the clock.  Look at your deeds.  I know they are too hideous.  LOOK AT THEM ANYWAY!!!  You did them!  Now you own them.  Don't you dare try to lay blame on anyone but your sorry self.

That man you got to molest me has been dead for over twenty years.  Most of your partners in crime are dead also.  Take your burdens to the foot of His cross and leave them there.

I ain't shutting up!  You can't make me.  I would have told on your ***** ******* *** along time ago if I could have figured out what you were up to.  No, I listened to theses dim-witted half saved preachers talking about forgive you.  They never told me that you had to repent.  They never said a word about witchcraft.  They never told me that your enemies would be of your own household.  They just told me to tithe and to trust in the LORD.  I am glad they were right about trusting in the LORD.

Now it is your turn.  YOU TRUST IN HIM!  Confess your sins.   Repent!  Say you are sorry.  Say that you are ashamed of yourself.   Quit hiding behind your pride.  You don't get off because you are "yalla" and have good hair.  GOD can not care less that you were once beautiful and had big legs and a flat *** like a white woman.

You can't trade your filth for GOD's Goodness.  Quit lying!  I am not the only one you messed over, tried to obliterate.  Shame on you.  How do you sleep at night?

Nothing you did to me ever amounted to anything.  Your enslavement taught me discipline.  Your perversion made me a sancified eunuch.  You slept with my husband.  I don't care, he was a ******.  You rooted me out of the house I won.  So what?  It was in a bad neighborhood.  You ***** slapped me over and over, told me that I was dumb, that made me study.  You sent me to college with nothing.  I had no clothes and no money, so I studied hard and earned a degree with honors.  You destroyed every bit of prose, poetry, three manuscripts and my masters thesis, but you sure gave me a better book.  I could have never dreamed of such a page turner.

You had nothng to do with it.  But, through you I inherited the best grandfather a person could ever have.  I thank you and Praise the LORD!