I remember the first time I tried to talk to a Goddess that knew she was a Goddess: She said, "Excuse me, King?" At the time I thought I wasn't honorable enough to accept such title; She seen that, so her words came out like a bullet out of a rifle; she said, "That's the problem with you, you've been bamboozled to think of yourself as the lesser; that "N" word you use means 'God,' so you're the blessing; Accept the skin you're in, King, before you try to get in-to-me; let me tell you what your presence mean to me; You see I don't see a lost boy; I see a man finding his way, learning his purpose, do you know that cost boy? That can't be bought boy; don't doubt who you are boy; you're a King, so I expect you to act that way; calling your sisters out their names and downgrading them? Kings don't act that way; don't lack that way; you're a God, go back that way." As she walked off strutt...
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