I do not ask for much, but to be left alone with a hookah and left in peace. I am a High Maintenance woman with priorities. Right now I understand I cannot live lavishly, so I take my high maintenance ways and act accordingly. See when you educate yourself people began to get scared. They think you will learn some secret and leave. But there is no secret except the fact we is FREE! My soul was bought with a price so I am priceless.
But sometimes I feel like I have to act a certain way just to be free these days. They locked me up in a mental hospital and all I wanted to do was teach. I am not ashamed of what you may call a tragedy. You see I am a pillar of my community and I teach the truth to whomever comes to me. But some people did not like or even understand my style or poise so they tried to flip the script on me by saying no honey you are crazy. Niggaz will never be free. You are crazy. But I kept saying No It Was Written in our destiny.
So they fired me. Not the first time they tried to shut me up and might not be the last. But I have been last for a long time and My God said the last shall be first. Same difference but the same will be last. I have someone to rule not him or you, but me. I said stop bothering me, I kept saying. They refused, so I continued to praise not pray but give thanks because it was written of these days. Before I knew I was free I smelt death upon me.
I had done everything I needed to succeed but still it came to be for me to feel desolate and deceased. But I now have the knowledge of what is best for me. So I will continue to teach and more through my writings even if they will not hire me. Had a preschool tell me I was over qualified. Told me they liked to get them ready first before they came to someone like me. But I asked them would it not be best, if they were taught by someone like me. To ease the transition that may not need to be. Because are we not all teachers when we teach, the right things. I don't know maybe it is just me. Story of my life so I will let it be.
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