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It was never intended for us to see wickedness so plain and a prance and dance outta road, but it was always there. From the time when parents or neighbors influence their child fe tek people pickney book and pencils bring come give dem fe go obeah man. When we enemies mix we up and tell lies on us, it was wickedness but it was at arm's length. When men who fathered children past them in the street, a child, his own their own flesh and blood with no regard as if the child was a stranger., we talk over it and shot the deadbeat father a disgusted glare. Men who go their entire lives knowing a…mehr

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It was never intended for us to see wickedness so plain and a prance and dance outta road, but it was always there. From the time when parents or neighbors influence their child fe tek people pickney book and pencils bring come give dem fe go obeah man. When we enemies mix we up and tell lies on us, it was wickedness but it was at arm's length. When men who fathered children past them in the street, a child, his own their own flesh and blood with no regard as if the child was a stranger., we talk over it and shot the deadbeat father a disgusted glare. Men who go their entire lives knowing a child is theirs and never once acknowledged or support their offspring. That was wickedness... but only to eyes that saw deeper. In those times we had respite, off days where we could rest as needed, we could make a heartfelt sigh. Now we are engulfed by it everywhere we go-and it's no longer trivial. It's an endless stream of malignant indifference, touting of cruelty and wickedness. Every turn. Every day. Every other moment. Our psyches weren't designed for this. Our souls weren't destined to swim in these icy, shark-infested waters with no shore in sight. We were never meant to see the curtain pulled back this far, to witness with this much clarity-what has always lurked. To think I wrote and amended this post because I've been reading on the internet this morning. How the nine year old (special needs) child found killed in the car in Mobay might have been a contract killing. Shake my head. We are actually putting hits on special needs children now. There are actually people out there who would kill an autistic child? The curtain draw right dung now. Yanked right down.
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And we should absolutely remember that because books are considered low value, every entitled Karen and Ken will feel driven to prove how smart they are by pointing out errors they feel exist (even if they don't), and will shriek as loud as they can that they were ripped off because they spent $4.99 on something that should be perfect. It's funny because they can't screech about problems with their cars or houses or other high ticket items that come with tons of flaws. It's the low cost of books that make them think they are entitled to more than reasonable levels of quality. Most grammar police can't write a good story... There I said it... Authors remember this. I get called out a lot by grammar police. I have admitted that I. am not verse in the technicalities of English or the intrinsics of English. I got straight A profiles in both English Language and Literature, placed second in the Caribbean for Cape Literature... weird right. What I do have is a photographic memory that makes me remember everything I read and an ability to figure out how something works. Context clues? I can sit exams without studying everything. Predictive reasoning. Grammar and not being good at math are my drawbacks. I have poor spatial skills too? I am absolutely anxious Nah terrified , about directions and following them to get where I want to go, especially in heavy traffic. There you have it. The best way to overcome a negative connotations that attach to an otherwise neutral experience is to reclaim the notion. Hell yes I'm a wannabe writer! Thank you.