Prepared – A Reflection

This poem titled Prepared was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 10 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 174 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem Prepared consists of two stanzas with five lines each…The featured image or photograph I choose for this reflection is my own parents with my two oldest siblings…My two oldest brothers…I choose this photograph because when my parents got engaged to be married to both my mother and father their engagement meant being fruitful and multiplying by being open to having children…My parents had eight children…I am their number five…Few today can say that they are number five of eight children…It is more common today for homes to have four children or less than it is to have larger families like my parents…Sadly large families though they still exist are becoming a remnant of the past…I will now quote from Akiane’s poem…”Prepared to be frozen in winter, prepared to get flooded in spring, prepared to be burned in summer, for wheat is a perfect place for my engagement ring.” I will leave out the second stanza…Many today prepare for marriage by saving large sums of money for lavish weddings and large homes forgetting that begetting children is the sacred purpose of holy marriage…There was some talk that our own mother may have been pregnant before she married our father…Because of the date of their wedding and the date of their first born child that was very close to the date of their wedding…I really don’t care if my mother was pregnant before marriage or not…All that matters to me is this…My parents did the right thing they got married and raised their family to the best of their abilities…Something far greater and more noble was accomplished by simple parents like my parents than many educated idiots too full of themselves to allow room for more than one to four children…With birth control being at the center of so many marriages these days…My parents in my eyes anyway are noble because they did the right thing…So what if my mammy was pregnant before they wed…I really don’t care…What matters most is my parents Wed and raised their large family…Horrible people do not allow simple folks like my good parents to be human…And will stop at nothing to find fault with parents like my folks…My horrible sister spent a lot of time trying to get dirt on our virtuous mammy by asking her sister our Aunty if our mammy was pregnant before marriage…Like who cares???…My sister uses contraception was in one failed marriage and screwed a bunch of men after her failed marriage and last I heard she is banging some other man outside of marriage…There is no comparison to our mother…Our mother married our father full stop…There were no other men in our mammy’s life and our Irish mammy never used vile contraception…I speak for myself too and say I am not fit to tie the shoes of my virtuous Irish mammy…Great is the shame of my sister who is known for sabotaging her relationships with others which has resulted in her alienating herself from others that she used and abused…My sister is very narcissistic and views herself as above others and better than others myself included…I was always the black sheep of the family and nothing I did was ever good enough…My sister is pathetic and is not capable of finding a lasting relationship with a man because she is aggressive with men and has a history of making advances on married men including our other sister’s husband…She hit on our other sister’s husband who rejected her brazen advances and she slapped him in the face…My sister is not stable yet she looks good on paper and has a good job in healthcare…My sister supports and promotes both contraception and abortion instilling these wicked perverted twisted birth control astarothic ideologies in her own children…My own mother who knew enough not to use contraception in her marriage has often expressed vile hatred of me her daughter including expressing regret that she ever had so many children and my mother supports contraception and birth control in her daughters my two sisters and other siblings…My mother has a vile hatred of children including her own children which explains why my own mother hates my guts and has no desire to ever meet my son her own grandchild…My narcissistic mother has many virtues despite being seriously mentally ill for years…Despite her vile despicable hatred for me her own daughter and grandchild my son…My mother is more virtuous than many women today…It is not my mother’s fault she is the way she is…My mother and father were both young once and they were a handsome couple…There was no way in hell my mother could know that my father was an alcoholic when they wed…Just as there was no way in hell my father knew that my mother was a very disturbed young woman when they wed…Many Irish have said time and again they had no idea what they were getting into when they got married…They had no idea who their partners were until years later and it was often too late to get out of the marriage…My parent’s marriage was a holy marriage by dint of the virtues of their eight children…My parents fearlessly and with open arms welcomed all eight of us…The pathology of my mother’s condition did not present itself until we were two years old and up…I sincerely do believe that if my father whom I believe is in Heaven could speak he would agree…With the help of heaven systemic abuse in Ireland done to Irish children in the Irish school systems and churches is being revealed…My mother was accessed for abuse as an Irish child in the Irish school system which set my mother up to develop the pathology behind her mental condition which is Narcissistic Personality Disorder symptoms and behaviors…Since I am not a licensed professional I speak with the authority of her daughter who lived with my own mother’s madness for years…It is with this authority I speak which is far greater in a way than the authority of the professionals who can indeed confirm my mother’s pathology and condition…With six years of college under my belt I am no academic slouch my authority comes from years of living with my hellcat narcissistic mother for years…I was the first person in my family to complete six years of college which means something to me…My contracepting birth controlling sisters do not have as much education as I have yet somehow both of my younger sisters were raised to believe they are better than me and above me…My horrible sisters have been nasty to me for years thanks to our horrible mother who trained my siblings to be horrible to me…I rose above the degradation imposed on me by my depraved mother and siblings and like ashes from the dust of my ancestral huts I arise whole and well my own person independent and free from years of hell on earth growing up with my crazy mother…One of my very narcissistic sisters was brazen enough to tell me that I would never marry because no man would marry me unless I agreed to contraception…I told my sick twisted contracepting sister that she settled for a man who did not want many children with her though she herself would have liked to have more children…The man she wed insisted on putting my sister on contraception and when my sister got tired of taking the pill he got himself willfully sterilized…These weirdos go to the roman catholic church and call themselves Christian of all things when in reality they are owned and controlled by the demon asmodeus and astaroth dead to the God of life whose children they refused to welcome into their marriage due to their vile use of contraception and sterilization…My sister is right I never married because I refused to stoop to my sisters level and settle for a low life husband who demands the blood of the unborn children in my womb be shed via vile contraception and sterilization which spits in the face of the God of life…When horrible couples like my stupid sister and her husband too proud to see the forest for the trees close off their reproductive organs to life…They remove themselves from the book of life and add themselves to the book of the dead…For they did drink from the vile poison cup of iniquity found in contraception and sterilization…The same is true of my other sick twisted demented sister who supports legalized abortion in addition to her astaroth love of contraception use in her own life…She is roman catholic too as is my crazy demented mother who hates what is decent found in me her daughter for I refused to abort my son much to the chagrin of many including my hateful sick twisted demented horrible mother who has categorically and systemically hated my guts for years and has refused my offers to meet her own grandchild my son…In my work I get phone calls from gay men who are very roman catholic who do public service work etc…I state this because organized religion has been systemically and categorically destroyed from within for centuries now…I am not offended by the gay community rather I highlight the hypocrisies so rampant today in all seven churches not just the roman catholic pedophile gay and promiscuous birth controlled harlot of a church…My father may he rest in peace was a kind man and birds used to land in his hands…I share this photograph of my parents with the world because they were a cute couple who were madly and deeply in love despite serious problems that were not their fault…Years of systemic abuse produced a crop of dysfunctional marriages like my parents marriage thanks in large part to the vile filthy iniquitous roman catholic false Christ and false Mary pedophile filled sex cult…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy the poem Still I Rise by Maya Angelou sung by myself on You Tube…I also include my version of the song Zombie by Dolores O’Riordan from the Cranberries…

The War Of The Mind rages on – Machine gun style Verbal Abuse Is Psychological Warfare…………
Despite great adversity I Still Arise for I am the hope of the Irish slave and all slaves…………Thank you Maya Angelou for Inspiring me to sing your masterpiece Still I Rise….