I am a black woman, hear me roar!
It was the hottest day of the year, and things were only heating up. The thing is tho' that I had had enough!

I am a black woman, hear me roar!

Dear reader,

You wouldn't believe what I have had to put up with.
I, A single mother of three beautiful children trying her goddarn best to provide and to be a mom at the same time.
I used to dream of something better for myself and for my children, but this was reality. I had almost been killed the night before. Bullet holes peppered our kitchen. This was no place to raise a child, let alone three, but this was life.
I had tried my darnest to raise my family up, but oh boy, you wouldn't believe the adversaries I had to face.
I remember when I tried to get a laptop for one of my sons to help with his media projects.

"Hi, I'm wondering if this is still available?" I asked
"Sorry this is a gaming laptop I'm not selling to women it's not a sewing machine" they responded.

You wouldn't believe the hardships, I, A single mother of three children had to go through just to get by. So many tears had flooded from my face, but I had to keep a brave face in front of the kids.
You would never know, or understand how difficult it was to articulate, unless you walked a mile in my shoes.
All those white folks saying they were "allies", but where was the allyship when half my neighborhood was burnt down during the summer of "love?"?
I cried for weeks on end when we lost our only local pharmacy. How was I supposed to get my child's insulin while balancing between being a mom and a provider? Where did all those BLM donations disappear to? Did my life not matter? Did the life of my kids not matter? Did Black Lives Matter really matter or give a goddarn hoot about black lives?

I'll tell you this dear reader, I had had enough, but what happened next shook me to my very soul....

I could hear noise outside. I immediately recognized those astroturfed BLM criminals. That's what they were. I knew that now.
Last night a man started shooting up the building from outside. A lot of those shots hit my apartment. I was so scared. I was frightened for the safety of my kids.
Eventually the police showed up and shot him dead, and now there was a crowd outside glorifying and proselytizing this vile human who put my children's lives in danger.

I looked outside at the BLM crowd. It was the usual suspects. White upper-class liberals and zombie blacks who didn't think for themselves.

They shouted the usual slogans "hands up don't shoot!" and the white liberals began licking the shoes of the black members of the crowd which could only be described as some sort of public exhibitionist kink.

I ran out of my building, infuriated by these morons. I began to tell them what had happened, and why the police had shot the man, and how close me and my kids were to being shot.
"Well, you have no bullet holes in you" they jibed in such a carefree manner.
I knew I was speaking to devils that day. None of my words would get through to them.
These people are possessed by devils and only seek to undermine the black community.

I reject Satan, and believe Christ is King. I reject the false idols promoted by BLM.
You would never understand the struggle, I, a single black mother of three beautiful angels had to go through on a daily basis, and now there was Lucifer on my doorstep, promising me life, but delivering me unto hell.

"No Satan! No! I am a Black Woman, Hear Me Roar!"

Through thick and thin our lord Jesus Christ was always there, carrying us when we could no longer move, and feeding us when we could no longer eat.
I would never be overcome by evil.

Thank you for reading dear reader, and feel free to comment during these troublesome times. May the power of Christ compel you!

The End

@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet & Satirist