Inner Peace

I think a broom is the best cleaning tool that allows you to sweep away debris and dust. When I feel stressed or angry, I often sweep my floors, mop and clean. Afterwards, I feel a sense of relief from my vigorous workout. I begin to relax and unwind. I do not like clutter and organizing helps me to think clearly and concentrate.

I’m beginning to get that nagging feeling again, because I am scheduled for a job interview. Now, most folks would feel elated over the fact that they were chosen, to make an appearance and present a sales pitch to a potential employer. I certainly need a better income, but I would rather set my own hours, work at home and write articles. I dread working in an office and dealing with individuals and their insecure personalities. I don’t have the patience to muster up the enthusiasm and fawn all over someone that mentality has sunken to the deepest depths. A bothersome tick that believes their world is all mighty powerful.

Another atheist fascist is trying to attach themselves to me. Deep in my heart I know they don’t give a rat’s ass about me and look down on my mixed bred features. I truly believe that I was selected out of hundreds of applicants to interview for a position, so that the fascist ticks can look me over, like a cold slab of meat and run the other way. In their eyes, I am part of a slush file that they eagerly want to toss away. My first impulse was to not return their calls and go on about my way. For the sake of protocol, I returned their calls and felt like a robot going through the motions and accepted the interview.

I was so disappointed when I was told that the department that I worked in, no longer had money in their budget and I was let go. I have been unemployed for 5 months now, and I am beginning to feel stronger and emotionally better. I dread and overlook, the ticks and their evil envious eyes. I will not adorn myself or wear the colors that the fascists proudly wear. I will not allow myself to engage in their so-called psyche games.

The restless ticks are bored and need a financially poor opponent to gage their self worth, in their corrupt organized society and evil spy ring. They demand to know, “Who is more powerful Christians or Atheists?” I secretly smile and glide as I walk. The winter months will soon past away, and spring will be here soon. I patiently wait for Easter Sunday and pray. My mother will soon be here and all the heavenly angels will surround me and shield my body. Mom hears my cries and senses my discomforts. I feel her presence nearing. She is watching and waiting for the demons that walk among us.

I will never forget the tragic morning that I received a phone call from my mother, pleading for help. A black male demanded her to get into his car. She refused and he told her that he would kill her. The man pointed a gun at my mother and shot her in the head. She fell down on the ground, unconscious and near death from the gunshot. My mother the lioness, rose from the dead. She picked herself up from the street corner, near her apartment building and walked up three long flights of stairs into her apartment.

By the time I arrived, the ambulance was waiting outside in front of her building. They could not get inside because the front doors were locked. I ran up the back entrance and when I saw her, she was standing up and had cleaned the blood from her face. I tried to grab hold of her, but she would not allow me to touch her. She was holding on to her inner strength and will power. The doctors said it was a miracle that she survived. The bullet passed through her temple and out of her opposite cheek. She lived a well-guarded and wonderful life for nearly 26 years after this tragic incident.

Over the years, I sincerely believe that my olive skin tone family is being targeted by atheist fascists. My mother was shot and my sister was hit by a car. A cousin was killed by a hit and run driver while he was leaving church. My aunt was shot and killed by her estranged lover. Another aunt was brutally beaten by her lover and died from hemorrhaging. As well as another aunt died in a housefire, along with her son. Too many tragedies has happened to my relatives, and I can not help but wonder, did these awful tragedies happen because my grandfather was a deacon in the church. His children and grandchildren, suffered from the hands of atheist fascists and those that bonded with them.

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