Psalms to God (Test)

I was ripped from my mother's womb— Or maybe she gave me up... Left to fend for myself with the man who raped her He took pleasure in breaking her, Invaded her heart, stole the diamonds from her eyes... Settled his debts and paid his way in her blood, Then cast her aside to die... He stole her from me And I see her begin to fade... I can't remember the sound of her laugh The smell of her breath The feel of her heartbeat sustaining mine... And when I look in the mirror I see him Because he raised me, But to hate him is to hate me. I have his eyes, his nose and his lips I walk like him and talk like him I even hate her like him... I thought I'd lost myself, But there never was a me to lose... I'm just a gear in a machine he'll never claim. Set to work until my purpose runs out, Til' my usefulness fades And he can replace me with someone new... Some other motherless child I wish I could be more like her. I wish I could dance To ...

I was having a normal conversation about how working for pennies inspired me to do better in school, and in this I was offering the proof of the pudding in the story of how I tried to flunk myself out of honors my freshman year of high school, but was often the highest scorer on assignments all the years after my job experience. That's how it started. In explaining why I wanted out of honors, I said I hated my high school. So, the person asked for clarification, and I gave it. Some of why I hated my high school was resentment—I wanted to go to the high school everyone else in my family went to—but alot of it was the racial tension and the feeling of being isolated. Which brought about the question "why do you feel isolated from white people?" Down the Rabbit Hole As I pointed out to the speaker, that's a broad generalization. I can name several instances where I felt more comfortable and more "at home" with a white person than a black person. The conve...

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