Ester Rada Vs B.o.s.c.o.***messymandella***

 

 

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God’s Spirit Will Show Up When You Least Expect IT…***messymandella***

 
When God speaks, you betta listen. I believe prophets come in all shapes, colors,and sizes. If Jesus hitchhiked in sandals, we can respect a prophet on the subway in a leopard dress, dirty dancing for the Lord.

If you want someone to give you the gospel, jump on the Subway and get your heavenly message from this 1982 Soul Train Dancer, on disability. You know this Sista getting a check. Never assume that God doesn’t have Subway tokens.He does pay to make a way. Here is extra proof that God will breathe his message through anybody.

 

LIRA:Something Inside… Inside So Strong***messymandella***

 

 

Mike Brown Left Ferguson But Entered Our Hearts***messymandella***

Imagine looking at those police,and your heart beating fast with fright.

I closed my eyes and wanted to pretend I was Mike Brown.

It took time to stare at the pictures but look inside myself.

If my life was about to end what would I be thinking?

If I was a teenage girl or little boy who was supposed to be protected by my murderers,and to be publicly lynched in 2014,what would be on my mind?

As for Mike, he can’t tell his story, I want to imagine his last 30 minutes alive. This is my version of Mike’s last 30 minutes.
 
“Here comes the police and I hope I don’t get in trouble or arrested. What am I going to say to them? Damn, I hope I don’t get arrested?

I can’t afford any bail money, and my mom ain’t got money to get me out of jail.

Maybe I should run,should I?

No, I don’t want to get shot or charged with resisting arrest, I am innocent.

I will surrender,but why are they got so many yelling at me?

If I surrender and let the police know I am innocent,they will have ta’ let me go home.

If I go to jail,I hope my cousins and aunts can help my mom and me make my bail.

I give up. I am going to do what’s right.
 

 
 I am going to throw my hands in the air and surrender,and do the right thing.

Here goes,I can get this out-of-the-way and go home,before my momma finds out.

Ok, I am confused, why are the still yelling at me, when I have my hands in the air?

I thought this was what I was supposed to do,wait why is are they still lifting up those guns,why are they driving towards me?

I am going to ask, “Wait, Wait, Wait,what are you…”

Why are the shooting at me?

What the…?

They shot me?

Why are they shooting me,my body is stingy and itching,this pain.Why God?

 Oh God, a second bullet?

Why are ya’ll doing this to me?

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe and I my flesh is burning and I feel sleepy.

 Am I going to die?

I don’t know why they keep shooting me? Please…

I will never make it home.

I am getting sleepy.

I am getting sleepier,but the pain is going away…

Why?Why?

If they stop shooting maybe I have a chance?

I need sleep.

When I wake up will this nightmare be over?

Someone go get my mom. I need my mom…

Please let me live, why are they doing this to me?

Tears and pain are going away and I feeling sleepier than before. 

Are they about to run over me,again?

I can’t fight sleep much longer.

I love you mom, and I am sorry but I did nothing wrong.

Mom, don’t be mad at me.

I guess this sheet over my head means… I am dead.

I can still see them crying over my body, but I am not in pain.

Please God take care of my family,I will never be able too.

No more pain, I am going to sleep.

I am not dead in spirit, my body and my life were stolen from me. Don’t forget about me

Please fight for me and protect my mom.

I wanted to make her proud, but it is too late for that…”
 
WE know that can never happen,because he is under that sheet…
 

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