NO FEAR OF TERRORISTS THREATS FROM DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND MULES SMUGGLING DRUGS AND LAUNDERING THE STASH UNDER MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY OPERATION SOUIX CITY INTERNAL AFFAIRS LITERALLY ABUSE OF POWER 922 822 TALISA SHAW HILTON GOD BLESS AMERICA NO FRAR OF SCUM DEAR DANNY BOY OR GIRL WEARING HOOFS HOUSE HALF HORSE HALF WOMAN GALLOPING AS MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND RIDE THIS FRESK OF NATURE LEAVING SLIME ON MY WINDOW SILL HISSING MULE MULE RUSHING TO CANADA STUFFED WITH DRUGS THE DONKEY THE ASSES CIRO BORROWED FROM TAMPA DANEILLE VENSOR FLEE FROM ME I SMELL YOUR STENCH RAW EGGS NOSE HAIRS TOE FUNGUS OH DANNY BOY OR GIRL SEEKING MY EX HUSBAND WATCHING ME TOO SUN BATHE LISTENING TO MY SISTER'S MOM AND I ON YOUR ILLEGAL EAR PIECES YOU ARE AN ABOMINATION THE SIX THINGS DOTH THE LORD HATES SEVEN IS YOU AN ABOMINATION
Unafraid of corrupt abuse of
power sharing a bed with
my abusive ex husband
Definitely changed my locks
after the graveyard dirt left
behind from mafia scum
corrupt Talisa shaw Alicia
Hilton jay Townsend Johnson
Henry Danita delmont oh
Danny boy or girl agents
agents left over from my
abusive ex husband brothals
obsession to my American
poetry sending a few old
hitmen from Gotti degenerate
crews leaving threats hahaha
Immature laughing seeing
a murdered woman Gargano
unsolved Chicago murders
Ha ha ha R Hondas sadness
rolling with Gargano garbage
faking their deaths extortion
of traumatic brain injury claim
on behalf of my injuries money
laundering Milwaukee drug smugglers
stash in order to commit heist
on disabled Americans and their families
I'm DONE
I cried myself
To sleep, last night.
And when I woke,
My eyes were a puffy sight.
I couldn't see much
But, I could see this:
I'm DONE.
Because...
I won't choose
You over her.
I won't choose
You over them.
And Fauck!
I won't choose
YOU over ME!
Nigga!!!!!
I'm DONE!
Because....
The good that you did,
Can't rise above
The b¡tchassness
That you hid.
And, I'm DONE!
Because.... Nigga, WHYYYY?
Because.... I need answers
That you ain't giving.
Because.... Fauck You!
And, if they had a clue...
Fauck your Brothers, Sisters, Cousins,
And, Fauck your mama too!
Because, I'm DONE.
Maybe y'all are ALL broken, shoo....
And, I'm not a A$$hole-Repairwoman...
Sooooo, I ain't trying to fix you.
What? No. Nevermind.
I don't even wanna hear it.
I'm DONE.
Zip it.
I'm DONE.
Shhhhhhh.....
I'm DONE.
You need this win?
Cool. I lost. You won.
But, I'm DONE.
Copyright © Danita Michelle Allen | Year Posted 2021
"In the very same way,
that the media distracts
us from what's important,
by broadcasting trivial mess,
the enemy will attack our
person, in an attempt to
distract us, from our
PURPOSE."
~Danita Michelle ? 14April2016
And, I owe myself an apology...
For not believing in myself,
For not trusting myself,
For the times that I didn't seek the best,
But just accepted what was left,
For the the times that I allowed
SOMEONE ELSE'S opinion,
To create a warped version of Danita Michelle.
For those rare times that the enemy's influence,
Created my own personal hell.
And I owe myself an apology,
For not always following my "first mind",
For not going with my gut,
But instead following "The Others",
And, a letting lack of confidence dig my rut.
For those times,
that I was so busy, being true to "them",
That I wasn't being true to me,
And, if I wasn't being true to me,
Then I wasn't being true to HE...
HE, who is truth!
So, I owe myself an apology,
for scrimping on life,
nearly detouring my destiny,
and ALMOST cheating myself...,
out of my great reward.
Now, the apology has been given and accepted.
My destiny, is yet unaffected.
And, the future...
Yes, the future,
Is even better than what was once projected.
I'm different.
And, its okay for me,
to be who I am,
to accept Danita Michelle,
with vigor, with verve.
And, to find joy in serving,
WHO I serve.
It sometimes takes a little courage,
and it may take a little nerve.
But, with HIM, I can handle it!
And, those who don't like it,
can swerve.
Because... I'm... Different.
And, I LOVE that Holy Ghost feeling
that I get... when I praise HIM!
I have NO control, over these hands,
...when I raise them!
And, I'm not saying that I'm better!
I'm saying that I'm better,
for knowing HIM!
And really, I'm NOT trying to preach,
when I'm focused, on showing them.
Ya see,
I can map out my praise,
or I can do it on a whim.
It doesn't matter which,
as long as I praise HIM!
I don't care who might see.
They'll just have to deal,
with the real me!
Because, I'm gonna praise HIM!
Truthfully, the only time that
I feel free, is when I praise HIM!
And, I suppose that's why....
It must be why...
Yeah, I guess that's probably why...
I'm different.
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