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There's certainly no right or wrong way to survive war to survive a taino curse on your ancestors we grow we know we move past taino forever currents flowing backwards as we grieve the loss of loved ones in bondage by what glitters within a sunken cave bondage by Kings of England we move forward over Amerika native American Cherokee we soar with red hawk feathers we brave the cold we perch with the lions at the Dusable Museum we are the heritage of Jean Paul Baptise Chekago return to taste and see Martha brae there's gold in those darn hills gold that can never repay the blood shed eh feeling Irie high keeping a body till it becomes a jumbie in limbo while you continue raining the valuable gift while rasta continue walking backwards through Jamaican jay townsend Johnson Henry voodoo collecting religious ornaments of a childs holy communion to feed to the taino witch to hinder my families catholic faith feasting on my abusive husband in order to control domestuc violence to allow you a great entrance to my sacred home of peace your twisted envy obsession with my American poetry obsession with extorting my traumatic brain injury claim rage covet a twisted envy over the true original owners of the bakery after their young mom receives the wrong shot killing her killing grandpa your taino witch craft returned to sender killing grand paw paw a fools gold would have been enchanting but not from my assassin the jumbie rasta andrew forever drowning while jamaican jay townsend Johnson Henry forever walking backwards in my foot steps wearing my slippers hissing over my under garments and bathing suits stirring strife yearing to covet my energy my heart my soul my mind my American poetry even my prayers vicious root woman that I may drown in your evil river forever flowing backwards envy hacking devouring human lives from Jamaica to America soil you reaching for my American poetry I shall forever flow chanting chanting beautiful hymns forward never backwards here a young gurl share a bed with her deceased father because your cult of voodoo root women swindled the inheritance you see this beautiful gift shall not be hindered by your jealous rage envy returned to sender you are an abomination the descendants of Jean Paul Baptise Chekago the two angry Lions forever purs at the Dusable Museum cornerstone of the trail of tears Chekago original Chekago I am American holy woman of God
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