Jimmy Cliff - The Harder They Come

*** The GWEN DOSTER Diaries ***

Sunday, April 5, 20/20:

Up early, AGAIN! Pimping my black ass off, dancing on that low slut's dirty grave! Rejoicing! Sure, bitch, you got in some good licks, but you didn't win.

As a matter of fact, you fucked up so bad,  became something so low, so foul, you were ashamed to repent. You , like the fool you always were, pretended you didn't want to.   Lacked the desire. It wasn't desire you lacked. TRUTH  is what you lacked.

No, bitch! Even you were finally disgusted!

Don't feel totally useless. I must admit, I doubt I would have ever bothered  to read , to study, to fight fiercely , without vipers like you trying desperately to destroy my life.

While I am still "mad", disgusted, I can truthfully say, I am no longer devastated.

Yea, you were fierce, cruel and merciless for eighty-eight years, but, what did you get? What did you reap?

 I created a new dance, it's called ; DANCE ON THAT LOW LIFE  SLUT''S UNREPENTANT DIRTY GRAVE!

Having a good time! Pimping! Grinning! Finally realizing You did not win! You were never Chosen! You were just satan's low hoe'...low hoe'....low hoe'

BEAMING!