I paid for my land and home; the deed paperwork said, “Single Woman”. Is it woman or person? How many times did they change the laws since my purchase? How many times has someone fought over a deed? It is my land and home. Drama!

The people or neighborhood wanted me to move. Is it my disabilities? Is it because I am unique? Have I not shared enough cash with my neighbors? Have I not given, gifted, or shared enough money and job to my neighbors, friends, or family when in need? Did I not volunteer enough? Did I not give enough? Was it my giving? Are they angry about what I chose to give? Did they want to take more? Did the well run dry?

They cut my Native American feather. Why are people coming after a Totem? They didn’t take my Totem, they cut it! Love came before hate. Is this another hate crime? I thought I lived in a good neighborhood! Does anyone know how to respect a sacred object? I believe a woman’s body is a sacred object. Do people get angry about Mother Earth? She keeps us alive and is described as a woman.

If you don’t like it here, move! I tried, I promise! It looks like we are stuck together. I tried to move; they said my income must be 3x the mortgage. I have been attacked in my own home more than 3x; that is what I am owed by insurance. I have nowhere else to move, this is my home. They won’t allow me to move or to stay. Someone surely wants me dead or alive but in my place. Who decides what “place” someone stays in life? Stay in your lane.

The healthcare facility did not ask me the question, “Do you feel safe at home?”. Is it the color of my skin? Is it disability discrimination? Surly, this can’t be a disability discrimination! Doesn’t most of the community have a disability, illness, or problem of some kind?

She was so angry; she tore a doggy station in concrete out of the ground. Is it because I said, “I am angrier than Black Lives Matter?”. This choice sexual, choice home, choice extracurricular activity, freedom seeking woman is angry. My medical list of injuries is so long, it takes hundreds of pages to transfer my medical records and is the fault of small people providing false information.

People’s assumptions, accusations, and gossip had me killed! Fear? Not my problem; take your own medication for fear; preferably meditation. The adults were so immature, they taught their children hate.

The kids came for me after the adults. Were the adults the children? Did the kids want food, shelter, a home? Did the kids learn their behaviors from their parents? If you want me to move, why do the squatters want to stay? Sorry, I don’t have kids; malicious cyber games or behaviors are different in the new millennium. I need therapy to deal with that kind of drama.

We don’t cover burning the house down. Is it because I believe in sexual choice? Is it worth physical harm to a person over playing music too loud? Did they know I don’t believe in weapons of mass destruction of any kind? They accused me of having a rifle to the police department. Meanwhile, I am getting electrocuted. Does the neighborhood have ground rods installed? Mine was a builder flaw.

They arrested me. I have no idea the reason. It takes no brain to know why I have PTSD. Why won’t they show their face? If they have the nerve to cut my feather; why won’t they show their face; why are they not giving me the money to replace what they take and damage?

I told them I needed my money and belongings back; it is a life and death matter. No response. Lock them up! They cut my Native American feather.