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You birthed Me

I don’t know how to feel. You birthed me, but who would have known. Your method is one of a stranger. Nurtured, not I…I’ve overdosed on the pain before. Therefore, today my feelings are paralyzed. I’m free to love my self and free to be loved. My strength has carried me ahead and has empowered me to nurture my own flesh….they will flourish in this vicious world and overcome this journey with the unconditional love that has been planted by I thanks to the heavenly divine up above. Your cloth, I was cut from. No say so was I given….determination changed the direction of my inheritance. My rebelliousness stopped the curses…it ended the cycles of corruption. He has a better plan for me….for my seeds…a better life, filled with peace and joy and prosperity…I have learned to love you from a far. No longer will your words tantalize me, my future, and my aspirations nor will they effect the roots of my tree

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