Am I Sub Human God?
Am I merely living in an incells perception? Am I not worth the worth a man carries? Why do I question my worth in this American Society? Why am I not taken seriously unless I have an Only Fans Account Christ? Why would you put me in a world where no one can see me God? When I speak out all of humanity says be thankful you don't live in Syria!? Where is my life at? Where are my dreams? Why must I settle? It's as though I am merely designed to keep quiet and stay out of the way! As I grow out of adolescence I start to realize that I am settling into the perceptions that men have had of me for generations and the perceptions are put on to my being like a set of laws that I am expected to follow and not question. I feel trapped. Where can I go now Christ? Where are my dreams if I must beg a man to make my dream a reality?
Savannah!?
What are your dreams?
My dream is To be free from the trap that this society has placed on my life and being. To travel and to learn not to stay and slave away in one place for pennies while my mental state diminishes and my youth flees from me so I can fund the wealth of the rich. Set me free God, That is my prayer, Set this Woman free.
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Everyone Screams To Things Unseen
NonfiksiThe 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.
