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In my past life, I was a Great Creole Queen

Father, of pale French descent, exhibiting signs of stress and cardiovascular turmoil, yet the palaces medical doctor was busied around him like with past scenarios. Yet, he still scheduled for his timeless and precious assets and investments to be delivered to serve in my very possession with instruction to take exercise care. Part of my inheritance and they have now found their way to me as I attempt to grieve yet I was next in line to serve my duties. Heavy expectations that I have also inherited to be present and carry out rightful duties by the rightful heir. Father and mama shockingly adorned this world with a one child made up of bravery and wit.

Leading up to 22 short days before the isle’s largest wedding ceremony was executed, mama was brutally murdered. Contributing to but without reason identifying as a female who portrayed acts of kindness even to the undeserving, operating with a good & giving heart that matched her even temper. Speculation spoke through soft whispers of circulating rumors that tell tales that leading the spiritually blind to believe it was because she was a woman caught in the cross hairs of gang retaliation. I know. I know those tales should be spat on and my mother life should be sparred and traded by some low life who’s probably a fiend and seeks out low life. Skin color was to blame. A murder in front of Timely Tower on a busy Sunday that lacked in serving patience and grace, for with the two that another fairy tale I’ll wait for you nightly to walk into my room and hum melodic notes located in your ginger and cinnamon spiced little tea always using milk to follow through and support your nightly drink as it’s cream. Father, mama’s one and only husband, didn’t suffer in silence for he hurt beyond natural means or control. After day fourteen his cries fell upon deaf ears because he wasn’t heard sobbing this particular night. Only later to learn that I too was robbed of his supporting presence once he took his own life that very same night

Queen Bernardè, means “bold as a bear”, ruled over thousands, upon thousands. With little to no choice, I contained the ability to live up to my bolder than life name, that left some to mix truth and some tall tales that are still sung to the very day each day I breathed life. Boldest woman any man seen in their day, yet a kind spirit living within

Beauty and grace oozed from every my pore, but this stride that can be hidden serves as my private tell tell; this walk is bold and does not offer invitation and make the hardest of men gawk in amazement

and even women’s gazes would lay and steal looks that were of amazement of this “bold as a bear” stride that refuses to be hidden or stifled just like the boldness in battle that will be matched as long as serve and show up for my communities and Providences

In my past life, I was a Great Creole Queen

All of these past life references, represent myself pulling pieces of key factors from my real life to create and give the structure for each “in my past life” short story. Hidden meanings and messages can be decoded in all the “in my past life” short stories while still serving as the presented me