"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence
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Malicious people will call one a liar for speaking the truth.
For speaking a lie when they get caught malicious people will falsely state the truth, even sometimes expressing a tone of disdain, to cause intimidation and to deliberately give off a misleading impression with the intent to deceive.
Ill-natured people will often lie while aiming to tell what is perceived to them as truth and intentionally adapt themselves into believing their own self fulfilling lies.
I am and always was blessed within many ways at the same time had to undergo unnatural encounters just because of the person that I am.
I’m glad not to be average and that I’m unique in my own right. I don’t owe anyone anything and I didn’t ask to come into this world to share within a life with other human beings with different natures and various mindsets.
The Lord did me no favor whatsoever as in my dreams when I sleep display and explain more beauty and meaning than on this earthly plane that he created.
God didn’t ask my permission in order for me to come here so I don’t need his while I have to remain here. Like I said, he didn’t do me any favor, this world isn’t a paradise that I should be ever so grateful to exist in.
The world in its dreadful condition is grotesquely overpopulated as it is with all kinds of shit. From disgusting insects to disgusting animals, disgusting principalities, and disgusting people.
Life is often times strange, unfair, and full of circumstantial misinterpretation and situations that compromise the lives of people on account of the ignorance or biases of others.
It seemed irresponsible to me to have us all here on the earth together why not keep the compatible in one section and the incompatible in other sections let everyone have their own suitable accomodating place of habitat.
Why be made to live a life or in a condition that one truly doesn’t want to be in? I loathe God, I truly do, and for more reasons than one, and I feel so insulted to be one that was created in his perverted formation of a plan.
From the beginning by designing a man and a woman to be together and to have sex, and having to have sex to have children, is all a turn off to me. Cutting up animals in the old days to atone for a sin since the wages for transgressions was death there had to be bloodshed so finally Jesus eventually came and did the ultimate sacrifice, all a bunch of sick shit to me.
But I guess I’m suppose to be crazy for not liking or agreeing with a God and within the fashion in which he made things to occur.
One thing is for certain and that is that I genuinely do love myself. When I look back on my life as a child I’ve noticed how disrespected I was by God and how I never trusted in him because I knew deep down inside that he was no good.
He disrespected me and my life one time too many by altering my destiny, using his trash to assist him, and by placing too many undesirables within my pathways, knowing the extent of my hatred toward them.
I always wondered who the fuck he thought he was as I never thought too highly of him or his reasoning. As I have the gifts to see I never saw anything special or perfect within him.
It is said that God makes no mistakes and if that is so that is a dangerous reality. At least if he made errors I could give him the benefit of the doubt but since his intentions are meant as what is suppose to be right it shows me just how wrong he is as a creator.
God is a disgrace and it clearly shows within his creation.
It seems to me I’m too headstrong for him whereas his trash caters to his demented teachings as they are twisted too.
If his words are so true why am I happier without him? If his words are so true why do I have peace of mind without him? If his words are so true why is the energy around me good without him?
I didn’t began to really live until I recognized my true love and light and separated myself from God’s oppressing grip and because I’ve broken free (years ago) and confirmed his unsavory nature he doesn’t want me to live the life that I am suppose to fully receive.
So even though he adheres to keep me stuck in a rut the rut does not adhere to stick to my spirit.
I’d rather live my life within truth, love, and strength and be cheated from what I truly deserve than to live within lies, unhappiness, and weakness just to be given an abundance of riches for being a mindless flunky only to serve and praise a God that is not worthy to be glorified.
If one could take away God’s power where would that leave him if he didn’t have all that supernatural weight to throw around and bully with? If he was void of his mighty energy to manifest how many would fear him then? -miss latoya lawrence
Spirit is working in my life with accuracy. It
has shown me truth, it has been consistent, and I’m a believer.
Spirit offered out to me a better way and a continuance of blessing is here today. 
Ever since I was a young child I knew that if there was something that I didn’t want within my life then the situation was not going to work out.
Only the things that I preferred and under the circumstances in which I truly desired would instances turn out favorably and long lasting to my concordance.
I was never the type of female that ever hoped to one day get married and have children. I didn’t initially yearn to be a mother, when the idea later on within young adulthood came into mind to have a child it was with the intention of being a single parent, yet I eventually changed my mind about having a baby altogether and it was the right choice for me.
If I did have a child though it definitely would have been on my own without a man involved in the picture.
I fortunately grew up in a home without my father present and that is the way I liked it as I grew up strong, confident, independent and liberated-not implying that females that are raised in homes with their father’s can’t turn out that way-it was just an advantage that served a great purpose for me.
When I was little I never wished for or thought about having a dad around and when I saw other children that parents were married or together as a couple it was a situation that I didn’t require to be in I was very content and accustomed to my family order with me and my mom.
I wasn’t alone either there were other kids like me who’s mothers raised them without a father it was normal to us. I can’t speak on how they actually felt about the matter, however, everything suited me just fine.
My mother never had any problems out of me I was a good child.
One thing I hated though was when guys were attracted to me or interested in me whether their intentions were good or bad I didn’t care, I wasn’t flattered by any of the attention I was genuinely turned off by it.
And it feels so good that I don’t have to go through undesirable and unsavory individuals who use to send to me the annoying invasions of mind transference through voodoo/black magic.
They had been doing it within many ways for many years within different techniques but with the same motives and that was to bring me down to their level. Whether it was to attempt to lower my self esteem or to get me to have feelings for a man they worked hard at it and failed miserably.
These people were jealous and resentful because I’d never been hurt or dogged out by a man as so many of them had even the guys were envious and jealous of me they all figured if I was in the same predicament as they were I couldn’t or wouldn’t think that I was better than any of them.
They were also jealous and envious of my intelligence and knowledge and where I could go within life if and when the opportunity arose.
They had such a warped sense of mindset that didn’t correspond with mine in the least if they had succeeded in their designs I’d still be the person who I am today with the same mentality no man could ever break me or kill my spirit. I wasn’t built within that fashion.
If I were interested in men I’d be able to get a good man and would only deal with one that was on my level, however, I’m proudly asexual and am fulfilled and complete as a woman and an individual.
I don’t officially celebrate my birthday yet I do acknowledge the occasion
Forty-four years ago I was born on this earth. My birthday always falls right after mother’s day.
When we are a lot younger it seems as if our life goes by kind of slow then once we get measurably older and reminisce back it kind of seems as if life ran by us so fast.
I’ve been on this planet for a very long time yet I am still considered young and it is true to a point but it is funny how when people describe being married for forty years, living in a house for forty years, owning an item for forty years and etc… It is all looked upon as being a long period of duration compared to the actual age of a person.
Nevertheless, I am very content within my life at the present moment and am proud of my age, I have no major regrets throughout my journey here, and I have a whole bunch of great memories to glance back at with a beautiful sense of nostalgia.
I love being forty-four as I feel really good inside and continue to welcome the distinct progressions that my unique experience has to offer. 
Mother’s Day And Thanksgiving
They’re celebrated once a year on specific days yet isn’t every day a day to be thankful for something and to appreciate a good mom?
Of, course, so!
A mother’s love is priceless and cannot ever be replaced. A real mother should be celebrated everyday and within every way that is appropriate to one’s own meaningful demonstrative expression.
One doesn’t have to actually give birth to become a mother, either, just because a woman has a baby does not automatically qualify or certify her as a genuine or capable parent.
Its about what is in the heart and mind of a person as well as their intentions and deed.
There are some that choose to adopt children which do or that do not have any biological connection to them or within their families, there are also some that take on the role of caregiver, bestowing solicitous attention to others whether personally or on a professional level.
And don’t forget many of us that are pet parents! We raise, nurture, protect, teach and adore our canines as well, the instance and position is a legitimate one.
There is so much to be grateful, thankful, or mindful of all the time even if it’s just something minor.
So to me, gratitude is a constant everlasting event to be observed and celebrated with the things and the people that truly count. 
There is indeed racism and a lot of prejudices and bias within society against nationality as well as gender. Too much to cover in just one post so as of now I’m just going to briefly summarize on a few related issues.
Particularly, this black people thing and how when they’re insulted by someone of another race these days it’s considered being racist but what about other black folk who think, say, and feel the same way about black people as do some of the other nationalities?
And I am not taking up for any other race or ethnicity because any group of individuals can fall into their own stereotypical category and mode of description, however, I never hear about this being expressed within the media.
I as a black female grew up at a very early age in a neighborhood that was predominately white until the black people started moving in before I was born. When I was born there were mostly blacks and some Hispanics but very few whites if any left.
Nevertheless, I went to day care and kindergarten with all different type of nationalities of children then was bust out to a school district at the age of eight to a school and neighboring area predominately populated with white people and children.
There were also Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Hebrew, a few Hispanic and a few other blacks attending to the school.
It was a totally different experience and a favorable one at that also in many ways a better experience for me that was nurturing and quite beneficial to my well-being and growth due to the high level that I was on and the mentality that I shared.
All through out my life it has been white people who had treated me very well and would help to build me up to succeed whereas it was many of the other blacks that were lower than me that pursued to tear me down.
In all honesty and I don’t care who likes it or not many blacks are what a lot of white people negatively classify them as. They are trouble, they are ignorant, and they are very undesirable as a people.
I heard it said that black people in general are not as intellectually bright unless they were mixed with a percentage of other ancestry and long before that I use to hear that from my mother as well as she would tell me that I had to have had european blood in me for me to be as bright as I was.
And I do understand how DNA works it can come from way back we don’t necessarily get or have the same genetic traits or share attributes just because we’re closely related by bloodline necessarily.
And it is true. Our family has African-American, Native American, And European bloodline and it doesn’t go far back either! It stems from immediate family to grandparents and beyond on all sides of the family and I can back it all up with proof.
And I’m tired of hearing that shit about slavery. It was the blacks that sold the other blacks as slaves.
The ignorant trashy blacks they sold to the caucasian folk because they weren’t of any value or worth to them. The black folk of substance who were beneficial and capable of being doctors and of other valuable asset and so on, they kept.
Many don’t even know true history.
