the stankin' hoe lived ova' eighty-seven years
the low stank bitch swore s/he left a "root"
no wo/mam could break
you are right old dead bitch
only The HOLY GHOST can cast
these mongrels into the sea
with a millstone about their neck
baby murderers
baby cagers
LIARS ALL
incontinent
complete dullards envious of the ways of the oppressor
haters of their own flesh
haters of their own kind
crabs in a barrel
LIARS
hue-mans not chosen
necks too stiff
tongue two edged
hearts black
envy and jealousy strong
true faith weak
love yourself!
finally know your worth!
remember god maketh not ashamed
sure we are all busy
busy , busy, busy
but , none of us are too busy to die
BEAMING!
***THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES***
Thursday, August 27, 20/20
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