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Am I my sisters keeper?



This is my sister.

I don't know her but she is my responsibility. Obviously she's gone astray. Her mind is loss. She's angry. She's my sister.

This is Maia Campbell.

This is how evil and twisted the world has become that instead of helping a sister who you can see is strung out on drugs, angry and confused, EVIL puts a camera in her face and makes fun, laughs, jokes, disrespects, and manipulates. EVIL was present.

What are we doing people? How are we living when THIS is entertaining? When a woman can expect a beating as if its normal? When we think taping this is entertaining?

I really can't type much. My heart is broken. I live to serve women like Maia. I see me when I see her. I see all that God had/has for her. I'm sadden.

My brothers, when will you return to your leadership? When will you realize that you have niggerized your black women by the way you treat us? Please don't say that her behavior warranted the laughs and jokes. There will be twisted, sick sistas who will say, "that's what she gets".....same as they've done with Rihianna. We are fine with being abused and manipulated. Who cares for the black woman if not that black man? Sistas, when will we start seeking help, instead of the pipe and a penis?

I'll stop now. I'm typing mad and tired.

I am my sister's keeper.

That's really all I wanted to say.

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I will never, ever, never, ever live in a box.


again.


If I can't be appreciated, celebrated, loved, and befriended with honestly and openly....with no conditions and controls.....then I can't be....for you.

I'm a good friend.  I'm a good person. I deserve good things from good people who really want to celebrate whatever connection I have with them....outside the box.


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