My significant other use to be a a white girl!

Sooooooo, I'm black. If you haven't seen my picture, you dont know but now.....you can't be ignorant to the truth ANYMORE. I just can't let it happen any further. I AM BLACK. And contrary to popular belief, I loooooove it. Sometimes I talk loud in the movie theater (please check my purse for little fun bottles of liquor or the theater becomes my own comedian stage...I keep them Rollin! Seriously) just because. I wear weave alllllllll the time because Im way to lazy to actually do my hair. I love music and I would break up with my significant other if I ever lost my ass because he would miss it too much. What the hell does this have to do with anything you might be asking yourself right now. You are totally valid in asking that question. Let me explain. It starts with three words....past life regression. Before we got here we chose who wanted to be, where we wanted to be and (more importantly) what we wanted to learn. We are trying to expand our true selves which is pure love. Imagine yourself with God (or whomever you may call the source of all life) chillin enjoying a big glass of LOVE on the rocks (salt rim and cherry or if your a man....in a beer bottle what the Saints playing )and you see that you want to expand. Go back and get ur karma right. So you turn to the same spirits that went with you last time to earth and ask them to help you learn something. This translates into this The person you hate the most on this earth.......is probably your best friend in the spirit world here to help you learn forgiveness or compassion or jungle fever.....I mean the list can go on! For me this makes sense since ( you saw how I did that there...I'm a poet by the way and poets are MAJOR forms of awesomeness) my young brother and I have a relationship like mother and son. My mom and I act like twins more than mother and daughter. So what does this have to do with me being black? In all of my past life regressions, not one of them have I come across me being of African descent. I've been a Greek woman. A Latina girl. An Indian man. But my wonderful friend Mrs Dawn ( coolest and funniest lady ever) who is white in this life....use to be a slave in her former life. Now imagine me....never had been a slave.....walking up to Mrs Dawn saying YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE BLACK! With me yelling that she knows in her gut I'm wrong but because of the extreme racial tension of today....she has to stay quiet It's all bullshit! I'm bringing up this topic today because I won't only celebrate my mom for transporting me from the spirit realm into the earthly one but I will celebrate her for agreeing to come to earth with me and teach me lessons that she didn't have to. She could still be in heaven right now drinking her glass of Love. This may have been her vacation time from earth and i just took up her days off! And also, I don't care what my skin looks like or what your skin looks like. Neither should you. You might have been in my skin two lifetimes ago and I in yours. Let's find 20/20 vision for the spirit and let the color of skin become ONLY that....the color of our skin. Love and freedom. There is no spoon seven