Everyone wants a cozy corner in the garden where the whole family can relax in privacy and peace. But the densely populated living areas make this task difficult, sometimes there are the neighbors, even the curious passers-by who throw glances inside.
I mean, this won't happen until we have peace in our own hearts, followed by peace in our families, and then working to have peace with our neighbors and friends, but it is possible. It's just a little bit at a time.
There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE & used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about “Why can only Black people say this or that?” I don’t want to hear shit about “we’re all human.” And by the way, not one of those slaves are at rest. Those spirits were so alive, you could feel their presence, their pain & someday, their revenge.