These beings they don't speak yet they look at me like they want to feast, I am not something to eat. I am not food to be fed upon, I am Gods Masterpiece passing through your "it" land on my way to heaven, My God made me out of the Rib of Adam, to Help Adam, to help One Partner in many ways not to be one who just merely Holds Your partner, I was not designed to be everyone's toy, this is the wall of silence that I'm dying to scream about, these are the insults I can hear around me constantly yet if I speak on "it" I would be called redundant, so rather I would like to write, I need these Men out here to read this book because some of you are wolves in Sheeps clothing and I am a woman, I would be wrong with God if I didn't speak out on these topics and just let my femininity become degraded along with the woman around me, this is how I feel under the men of the world who eat and take everything from me all because I am in your case a "thing" being called a woman.
My life were bought at a price so one day I could trade it in for a heaven when I die since tho you men took my light, my chance to run my race and light up the universe instead I'm on my knees even when I'm not just a mere woman told and taught to "please".
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
Non-FictionThe diary of a woman struggling to navigate clearly through life in 21st century America as the lines between the natural and spiritual world become blurred.
