I have two choices: one is the truth.
He despises who I am, what I am,
My brown skin, feral hair
The hate transforms me
I am a bug-eyed, baboon
My lips become fuller
My ass gets wider
A distorted black animal with gaping orifices for gratification
No intellect, no conscious, no response
A pile of dirt
The lack of faith results in the most inconvenient of tragedies. Abraham was supposed to wait on God’s promise for a son with his wife, Sarah, but he didn’t and fucked Hagar instead. If you believe in that biblical shit, anyway.
Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, had borne him no children. But she had an Egyptian slave named Hagar, so she said to Abram, “The LORD has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my slave; perhaps I can build a family through her.”
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