You are very talented.

Poignant response to the prompt.

It also reminded me of a past life of which my guides have made me aware of certain facts:

"I returned to Earth as a female African captured young and separated from my mother, Sitara’s incarnation, and in Virginia, known as Sassy, endured beatings and sexual assaults that left me disfigured, but I survived on guile and learned how to cook the best bread and cakes and while acting like what has become known as and disparaged as an “Uncle Tom,” helped many of my brethren."

Whereas in a previous life as a male black slave I let my pride get me killed.

"As black slaves in the Caribbean in the early 18th century (1700’s), Sitara (Lindsey’s soul’s name) and I were friends since childhood and lovers when opportunity allowed, which on the Caribbean cane plantation were few and far between, especially since the man with the whip and side-arm fancied and impregnated her.

I died at his hands not because I was a black slave — I died because I could not control my jealousy nor my pride. Had I managed to endure the indignities with humility, and not acted selfishly in the guise of standing up for others, Sitara would not have had to see my dead body lying murdered in the surf. My personality defects, my “male ego,” not the color of my skin, got me killed. Obviously, my black skin placed me in harm’s way but I and only I proximately caused my demise in that manner."