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By: Witch Endora  #PoliticsofPenetration (Off topic. I hated this bastard Joffrey. Best death ever!)
My fave auntie is actually not a blood relative. She was a Wombn who I prayed into my life. I spent every Sunday begging God to send my mama a friend who would be real with her. A Wombn who could help me. I begged, pleaded, I bargained and then I got fed up with God ass. I commanded it! "Someone WILL come and set her straight! Some Adult Wombn will come into my life and correct my mother! It WILL HAPPEN DAMNIT!!! I will DIE if it doesn't happen. Make it happen!!!" 3 weeks later? Mama got a new job. She came home telling me about this lady from work. And the more she gushed about her? The harder I sobbed! That Sunday? I "caught the Holy Ghost" real good! Completely possessed by The Most High which is my Higher Self. I couldn't rock with her as a young one. She too powerful for the mortals. I was too young and unprotected. I often sent her away, not wanting anyone to pimp my Anointing and Gifts. I had to. Anyway, that woman? Became my "auntie." She is a huge part of the reason I am still here. So she gets a whole heap of passes. But she tried it. With that not all men fuck shyt. I snapped on her. I said only absolutely intellectually inferior folk need that to be said. We are too intelligent for this low level of thought. She nodded and ate it. Usually her mouthy behind fights me lol. Another reason I love her. Cuz she is so like me. But this time! She just stopped. I think women feel a compulsion to remind we who have been traumatized by men, that it ain't all of em. Who gives a fuck? Fuck ALL OF THEM until it's NONE of them.
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By: Witch Endora  Photo by: Chanel Baran #PoliticsofPenetration
Rape is devastating. But it is especially HARD on the Oracles and Seers. We beat ourselves to a pulp asking "why didn't I see this?" And then, we remember the signs. And we beat our pulpy selves to liquid asking "why didn't I pay attention to the signs?" And then, the sisterhood drinks the liquid we become. Because, it was some woman who told you to DISTRUST your intuition and gift, that got you there. This is always the case. Every single time. So you learn, the fraudulent BYTCHES who call themselves Oracles, want we True Oracles and Seers DEAD! So you fight your ass off to get back up. To heal, to restore, and to be whole. You refuse to die. You remember that You are The Phoenix. This is why we have to be hidden. And careful. Black women hate us and want us dead. So they can appoint themselves to OUR anointed Positions. For what? For false praise and accolades. But I didn't die. And now? As Harriet Tubmans Daughter, I go back to free my sisters wrongly enslaved via the politics of penetration. Via sisterhood betrayals that are as Ancient as the Sun, moon and stars. |
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