No, I am not a Superwoman but I have been made to play one in real life for 64 years. Zora Neale Hurston, one of my favorite writers, describes black women as mules. Beast of burden.
Most lives don't have to be as miserable as some unbalanced creep, that just happens to be kin, thinks your life should be.
The nerve! The sheer arrogance! How can anyone look at anyone and assume anything? And to demand to block blessings because they claim the color of some one else's skin disqualifies them!
YOU ARE AN IMP FOR SATAN! A volunteer slave! "Get thee behind me satan!"
A menace! A MENACE TO SOCIETY! A SICK DEMONIC MENACE TO YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY! You never let up. You never gave us any relief. You knew the gig was up, the cat was out of the bag, when *** came back.
You couldn't do it , could you? Insisted on lying, manipulating and fighting like a bulldog to the end, huh?
I refuse to be a Superwoman. I will be real! I will be happy and fulfilled. I will shun every liar I encounter for the rest of my life. I am honored, humbled to be chosen to be set Free! To finally know;"What the problem is! What the problem is?" (What's Love Got To Do With It reference)
PTL!
I press on ...
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