God is in ME, I AM SHE ✨

The most true reason I chose to live a life of honesty and realistic idealism is that I have never appreciated the moralistic values of society. Who made them? Who decided they would be set for our entire universe? Who decided what was “good” and “bad”. “God”. God did. He set forth his disciple Jesus on earth to tell us what we should do in order to gain acceptance into the after life and not be damned to a fiery pit of everlasting flame and undying worms. Thee end.

The very things we are to look away from? Kayne said it best “Why everything that’s spose’ to be bad make me feel so good?”. Or do they? Who is God? Who are his parents? Did they learn him up in this way also? Where is his lineage? ………………..By no means am I am an atheist or a non believer of Christ.

However, the “Holy Spirit” is where my loyalty is kissed. The SPIRIT I feel this is within us all. A set of common sense laws within our own selves that tells us the obvious. I speak with no intentions of blasphemy but sometimes…..do you ever feel like God? What if when the great book states “he made US in his image” it was to say that US are HIM in the sense that we all have a part of who GOD actually is meaning he is partly US and PARTLY SPIRIT.

As I experienced the conception, pregnancy and birth of my son I felt an overwhelming power. Graciously in the physical but mostly my mental growth escalated past what I have ever imagined. The things I understand and the emotions and senses I collect from things, people and places has heightened my awareness to certain laws that never meant a thing to me before. For example as God adored Adam and Eve he must have been enthralled with their innocence and naive outlook on their presence. Like my child I adore him, I pray he never encounters the tree of good and evil and learns about the mistakes the world has made. The mistakes his mommy has made.

Published by Some Dope Black Girl Writes....

"Some dope black girl writes" is inspired by the everyday life of a melanated, educated and sophisticated young woman living in an era where she is too young to remember slavery, segregation or "White's Only" locations but now old enough to be terrified at what may come again. Are our people strong enough this time to LIVE not just survive?

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