Katrina A Bad Bitch
by Leartha e. Wells
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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Katrina took a toll on New Orleans and the Gulf Coast. This prose address what transpired.
Katrina a Bad Witch
I’ve been through a fiery furnace, a tsunami and now fallout from Katrina.
I can feel the spirit moving but nothing else has motion. Lying here almost comatose at the mercy of those I need the most.
I heard the rhetoric about homeland security, terrorist protection and no child left behind.
Now I lay here left behind with child flat on my behind. The wrath of the storm and even its category 5 punching power should have been warning enough that it would require all of the resources of a super power.
Tough talk, boisterous personification and selling readiness plans have left human lives stranded in distress surrendering hope, throwing up their hands or lunging to their death because of a false Promised Land.
I have survived Katrina and the ravages of peril but have great trepidation and fear of a future based upon the hell the present presents me.
The new catastrophe I now face is not a natural disaster, not one of Mother Nature,but by a man made one born from a natural woman.
I now stand relying on a force that was born in sin and raised in iniquity.
During past times, at this time I stand on hope while I waste away. I am doing the best I can, but have been discouraged by the promises and self-assuredness and broken promises of “the man”.
I am going through mental depression and anxiety disorders, all because of the expectation I relied on while I was being lied on and lied to, in that order.
You might not understand, but if such self-assuredness were never presented to me, I would have never relied on or consented to it.
I now know what a “run away bride” feels like. I now know what a victim of a “run away bride” feels like. I promise to tell you if I’m here.
The water in my eyes is not of sorry but because of false expectations and promises that help is very near.
Hours turns into days, hope rises to hopelessness, quality of life is reduced to remnants of the bowels of the after math.
The snakes, alligators, the bandits, the corrupted, the inept public servants, rodent, rats, and I share the same habitat.
What can you do? Where can you go? Why am I in this predicament?
I knew “they” knew about this monumental catastrophe because “they” told the whole world and me.
I am not one of those “unfortunates” who decided to “ride out the storm”, but one who was compliant and sought refuge during the time of storm.
I thought you were waiting, even anticipating me. Now that I am here and you are not; not only do I know, the whole world now knows.
It is embarrassing and degrading, but I still await you because you are the only one who was so ingratiating.
Now I know the “run away” bride’s story, both from the perspective of the bride and the groom.