When we are little
We have faith
In our own familie
But what if something
Should happen to them?
We never do know
Do we how it will
All turn out in the end.
My grey blue kitten
Is not a Russian
Nor a mixture
But pure bred
Just like the one
Bought for me
At a fancy cat show
Chartreux
A French blue!
He is the son
Of the one I lost.
Or was stolen
From me
When the world
Was still the way
We remembered it.
All this hatred
For a man
Instead of a nation
Or a religion
Candace is from
Satin himself
We all know that
It is not difficult
To determine
And yet no one
Can put a stop
To her wicked ways.
Jimmy on the other hand
Is so obvious
Everyone just laughs
And pats each other
On the back.
He is the one
The destroyer
Of the rightful hier.
He can stay as long
As he does not disturb
The apple cart
All those apples
Ran away all those
Years ago.
While candy refuses
To divulge for whom
She works
Nor will Jimmy
Be any simpler
To rid now that even
Those who wanted
Us out have themselves
Decided it is not worth it
To stay the course
All those old houses
Demolished for no reason
Or are they looking for something
Already taken away?
One never does know
How an event will turn out
Nor whom our descendants
Will become
Or will make of themselves
Why are there so many
Young Africans
Unwilling to leave
A Native American alone?
Because they are seeking
Something for others.
Why else do they put
Themselves in danger?
What they seek has already
Been taken and safeguarded.
If I were a rich woman....
My mother was such a person
She took what she wanted
And threw away things
Not hers to get rid of.
All of these places
Were part of the fabric
Of the community
For some reason
Outsiders have come inside
And gotten to have their way
A huge seismetic occurrence
Is coming to them
And all those ugly tall things
Are going to crumble
Like sand in the devils hands.
I would have to hire
For myself in order
To procure an heir
For myself and the survival
Of my own ancestors.
For unknown reasons
Those women
Who to easily
Get pregnant and abort
The unwanted things
Don't realize there are others
Such as myself
Who just cant have children
Candace has been throwing
Away her children the whole time
But even the black one
Knew what to do
And had her little injections
Ready to keep me from
Discovering what it is
They are after,
A pure line?
Anyways there is no reason
For Janet to come forward
The Clarke family
Were found to be frauds
A long time ago.
Anyone who knows
Anything at all
Knows that Jimmy
Is not ours
For that reason
There have been
Ways throughout history
For some women
To acquire an offspring
Such as the Pharaohs daughter
Who was lead to baby Moses
Who was not only her right
To rule Egypt
But also a pure line
His own children appear
To have disappeared
Into the desert
But really where
Did they go?
Instead as a modern
Woman even at a small age
I had to turn to the old ways
Of procuring through magic
And potions
An heir for myself
The modern equivalent
Of black Cauldon and herbal
Remedies
Was brought about
By the work of some
In laboratories
If I wanted to have
A child of my own
And not borrowed
From some other womans
Womb
I would have to hire out
A womans womb
For the modern
Convenience
Of inserting my own
Offspring into her
The other way around
Instead of adopting hers
She would have mine
For me!
If I were a rich woman
I would hire out another
In order to provide
For myself
One of my own.
For all to be miserable
A real heir
To walk around
Behind them and their woes....
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