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I'Ll Never Call Him My Family Again

Someone who lives a life full with sin You should never love them or claim them to be kin They may daily claim to be a spiritual poet But doing drugs daily hoping no one will know it Hiding under spiritual escapism but reality will show it I used to beg to be family Now I wish nothing close. I want him to be a memory I want this chapter to close Blackmails and says hurtful things when he isn't drugged up how he wants The "You can leave" threats constantly haunt Mind you I just started working this week! Instead of encouraging words- greed is what he speaks "You can pay more for rent now that you're back on your feet... How am I back on my feet in 2 days of work The devil knows who to use. Such a fkn Jerk. We have a sad culture in America where black men end up with no souls sometimes early sometimes late... they deplete any familial goal. Judge a man by his fruits- fruits grow outdoors! So what someone can sit and do on the computer all day is not even close to your real spiritual chores People are empty And that's how the devil gets to use them You can tell by who does drugs, constantly using and abuse them Judge one by his REAL LIFE. Not the meta, not the fake I am done calling my neighbor my brother I've taken all I can take Pray I don't lose my new job Pray my soul doesn't break. Keep me in your prayers please Ase GU

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