By Margery Hannah
I’m a cocky son of a bitch. Instead of heeding to the eternal wisdom of God, humbling myself under His mighty hand so at the proper time He might exalt me (1 Peter 5:6), I’ve been busy luxuriating on a delusional high horse. I’ve got the heart of integrity and the blood of the enslaved running through my veins. You will see my arrogance, feel it, as I will henceforth refer to myself in third person. Thrice removed from these happy fingers is passion, mindfulness and strength, so, no, Margery Hannah doesn’t feel guilty in the least.
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Chelle A. Carter-Wilson
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