I have been scribbling like a book too since childhood. They’re always ripped away by the evil ones. But I have a few and anyways the Story’s are real. I am Native and they never wanted me to be not even my family they’re happily colonized “back the blue” bs even if they’re rapists etc. I always wanted to run away with a wild Horse. I had a Hare that I rescued in Elementary that followed me everywhere.
My Best Friend. My evil pedo mom killed him. I always feel the Hares presence still. It’s hard. Childhood/adulthood is confusing when you’re Forced to be an adult so young. Even as adult you wonder why evil in charge. I see it as our Stories have merged. It’s incredible to see our Art merge. Imagine if we pop up on Camera etc echoing each others words. In a greater World I see. I am Native Warrior a female forced to be man but also female. I am in the sight of the evil eye as all are. Half of my people have turned to the evil and few warriors survive but are separated.
I want to send all a message but no one can hear. No one can see past what the eye allows. I am Climbing mountain sitting at top with the eye watching me and stopping my voice from reaching the people. From the mountain. With Warrior Horse and Spirit of Hare I see you.
You’re surrounded by Rabbits and even though you’re in darkness you’re a bright light You think you are not heard. You’re in the eye and people can see you but no one can hear. Your voice replaced by evil. Your image stolen by many. You are so hurt but your Beauty is True. Your Heart is True. I see many voices screaming with you being silenced. They scream so loud and no one hears.
Your song is the most beautiful and true. It’s painful to hear. But it’s necessary. The screams, tears, pain of many. I wish all to hear & that the evil all fall dead.
Righteous Wrath 