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“Ma, I cant help but feel a little scared.”

“Baby there’s no reason to fear. If you’re thinking this power is evil; it is anything but. This is your birth right.”

“But everyone says that magic is bad. They say; it’s one of the ways the Devil leads us astray.”

“I know. But that is only from people who don’t understand it and don’t know where it comes from. If you’re still uneasy…. Do you think our creator would give us this much power, if it wasn’t his will?”

“I don’t know. I would hope not.”

“Sadie, I understand this is a lot to take in; but it’s your destiny. The women in our family have been blessed with these gifts since the beginning of creation. And as far back as your Great Gran can remember, they’ve never used their ‘gifts’ for anything but good.”

“That’s nice to know. But what about my father’s side?”

“That… I’m not too sure of. But as far as I know, their past is pretty squeaky clean.

“Do you think it would be okay for me to meet him?”

“Yeah it’s okay with me. The only problem is; you can’t let anyone else know he’s your father.”

“Why not?!”

“Excuse me?…”

“Sorry Ma. I just don’t see the big deal.”

“Well because your father is a dark skinned black man. Once they see you, they’re going to believe your father had some kind of dealings with a white woman; and what that usually means to the white folk, is he raped her. So I hope you see how that could be a problem for other people to know he’s your father.”

“Ma answer me one question..”

“What’s that?”

“If we’re as powerful as you say; how come white folks got so much control over us?”

“Baby, I wish I could give you an answer that you could accept. But all I can say is; we’re a spiritual people and we don’t do harm to others because it’s not how we do things. We also operate from a place of love because hate consumes you and that eventually makes you hollow.”

“That’s it? I thought you were going to tell me some big, juicy secret.”

“No, it’s no secret.”

“Well clearly, something needs to change.”

“Do you really think our people have been here all this time and we haven’t tried to change things?”

“Ma, you just said, we’re a culture who operates peacefully.”

“That’s what I said, but that isn’t the only history we’ve had. There are plenty others who have come before you, who have tried to do what you’re talking about; all have failed. What happens is, they’re usually killed before they’re able to make any real change.”

“Why didn’t any of our people do anything to stop it?!”

“See baby, the way you look at the world is completely different from how someone like me looks at it. It’s my own fault for sheltering you. I wanted to keep you protected but not naïve… to the way things really work.”

“And how is that Momma?”

“Baby all you need to know is; you’re black. Never lie to anyone about what you are; if you do, you stand the chance of getting hurt or possibly getting killed, because like I said whites don’t take too kindly to us….. Better yet, avoid the question all together, if you’re able.”

“It’s not far!”

“Baby, life’s not far. So what I need from you is your strength; you have to know the space you’re in could be invaded by whites at anytime. So I need you to be really agreeable and pleasant, because I need my baby to come home.” Sadie’s mom began to cry, at the thought of something possibly happening to her.

“Ma, I’m right here. Why are you crying?” Sadie looked at her mother, full of confusion.

“Baby, I’ve done the best I can. I just hope my best was good enough. There are some things I should have taught you; but didn’t, because I thought I could keep you away from the bad people.”

“Ma, you had to know you weren’t going to be able to protect me forever.”

“Just because I knew, doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.”

“Besides, why are you getting all emotional, now?”

“You want to go and see your father; don’t you?”

“Yeah… But what does one have to do with the other?”

“Well, let me put it to you like this; your father lives in the whitest state imaginable; where they tote guns, chewy tobacco, and have people who look like me and your father as slaves.”

“Is Daddy a slave?”

“Uhhh…. Yeah baby, he is.”

Sadie’s heart sunk at the thought. Even though she never met the man, it still pained her to know one of the two people who created her, was being held somewhere against his will and made to do things that were unimaginable to most. “Did you try to at least help him become free?!”

“Little girl, I don’t know who you yelling at, but you need to remember who you’re talking to.”

“Momma I can’t believe you really left him there to fend for himself.”

“It was his idea.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t he want to be free too?”

“Of course. But he was more concerned with me and you being free…” Sadie didn’t see the picture her mother was trying to paint. Partly because she had never known real struggle or discomfort in her whole 17 years on this earth; so her mother continued. “I’m sure you probably think leaving the plantation was as simple as walking off the property. I’m gonna let you know now; it was nothing like that. If you even thought about leaving, they had ways to make you reconsider.”

“What could they have done so terrible that would make a man sacrifice never seeing his family again?”

Her mother really didn’t want to say all the terrible things that were done to slaves who tried to run away in the past; but she figured by knowing the truth it would also help Sadie to realize the importance of doing things the ‘right way”.

“Baby, I never wanted you to know about me and your father’s life before you were born; but here it goes….

The reason your father isn’t here, is because he had to be the bait.”

“What do you mean?… Are you saying you purposely left him so you could get away?”

“Believe me, I didn’t want to, but I had too. There was no other way.”

“What do you mean; ‘There was no other way’?.. I can think of a couple.”

“Little girl, I already told you to simmer down. Next time I tell you, I’ma be whooping that a**!

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Part 3- Hypnotically Beautiful

If you haven’t read Part 1&2, Part 3 won’t make any sense to you. So I suggest you read those before you read this.


“So where did I get my color from?”

“If you stop interrupting me, I’ll tell you.”


“Well, I remember how hard it was for me, growing up. People didn’t and most still don’t take to kindly to people who look like me. So, because I didn’t want you to go through the same thing; I did something that would assure me, you would have a way better life than I ever had.”

“Okay Ma, but you’re still not telling me what you did.”

“Well the day I found out I was pregnant with you, I had my mom; your grandma helped me put a vail over you. With this vail I asked for you to never go through the pain me and so many others like me had to go through, growing up.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means, I know women are only able to control men if they have something a man wants; and you my dear, have everything. I made sure of that. That’s why you are so beautiful, smart, and assertive; because you have to be in control of your own destiny, if not these men will run all over you.”

“So you’re telling me; you chose they way I look?!”

“Yes, but only because I wanted to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to worry about men trying to force themselves on you. I figured if you were beautiful and looked white, men would give you the respect every woman deserves.”

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you; What you were trying to avoid, is still happening. I’m not saying, anyone has forced me to do anything. But one guy got awfully close to taking what he wanted.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because it was a white boy, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“If something like that happens again, you better tell me. I can take care of myself. Don’t forget; I’m your mother it’s my job to protect, you not the other way around.”

“I know Momma, but I know how crazy you get.”

“Like I said, you better tell me next time.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“How did you get away?”

“It was the strangest thing…. he had the chance to do whatever he wanted to, to me, but  stopped; it was weird Ma……. He had already ripped my dress open, snatched my panties from my body. But once he looked into my eyes, his whole demeanor changed.”

“So.. what made him stop?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. After looking into my eyes, for what seemed like an eternity, he ran off, screaming ‘devil’ repeatedly at the top of his lungs.

“Baby, you are no devil. But you do have power far greater than I’ve ever known.”

“What kind of power?”

“That I can’t tell you yet. But your Grandma, told me you were going to be a force to reckon with; especially for men. I’m sure what happened to that young boy, happened because he tried to violate you; and somewhere deep, you knew what would have taken place if you didn’t do anything; so you used your gift.”

“I wish you could tell me more about this ‘gift’.”

“The only thing I know, is it fully activates on your 18th birthday.”

“Did the same thing happen to you Ma?”

“Yes, but your gifts will be way more advanced than mine.”

“How come?”

“Because, both me and your father’s family follow the same practices… Never before has there been two Magical souls, come together to make one; until me and your father.”

“How are you so sure, I’ll be magical?”

“Baby your future has already been seen. I know what’s instore, that’s why I’m trying to prepare you for what’s about to come.”

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Hypnotically Beautiful

If you love Fantasy, I’m sure you’ll love this. Not going to say to much.


There is always someone who is so quick to tell me, I look nothing like my mother or father; it makes me wonder… That’s a terrible feeling to have, feeling like this family you have is all your own and then have someone come to you, saying that your family doesn’t look like it could be yours.
I felt uneasiness every time we went out in public because people always stated the obvious. I mean really; you don’t think I know I look the total opposite of my parents?! I have green eyes they have brown, I’m light they’re dark, I have straight hair and theirs is curly. A blind man could see that we’re different! So why do people feel the need to tell me that we are?
The whole time growing up people would ask my mom if I was a adopted. I’m sure it got under her skin, but she never showed it. I know she stayed strong for me. Growing up I asked my parents the same thing. They always told me; I wasn’t. I mean it got to the point of me begging them to take DNA tests. I felt bad for it, but…. I needed to know. In the end it was proven that my mother and father were indeed my mother and father. Even though the test proved my parents were my mine, I still didn’t fell I had all the answers, as to why I looked the way that I do. So I started to do some digging in old family photo albums and after looking through at least ten of them, I came across a woman that looked exactly like me. I had no clue who she was, but something told me my great grandmother would know.

A week later

I’m fearful my Granny may tell me something, I don’t want to know. That might be the reason  I’ve been sitting in front of her house, for the last hour with no attempts to get out of the car. That was until my Auntie caught me.
“Hey Alexia baby, What you doing out here? Aren’t you going to come in?”
“Hey Auntie. Yeah I’m coming.”
“Well you been out here for almost an hour, and you ain’t made a move yet.”
“Oh you saw me, when I pulled up?”
“Yeah me and your Grandma saw you. I just came out here because I wanted to make sure you were okay. Now that I know, I’m going back in the house.”
I felt a little embarrassed knowing they knew how long I’d been sitting outside. But that was not going to stop me from asking my Grandma about this lady. I really hope she knows who she is. Let me go ahead and get out this car, they’ve already seen me, so there’s no turning back now.
“Hey Grandma. How you been?”
“Don’t try to butter me up. You been here sitting in that car for damn near an hour, and the only reason you decided to come in is because your Auntie came out there to get you. Don’t get me wrong, baby. I’m happy to see my grand baby but I want you to be honest with me and not feel like you got to be fake with me .”
“I know that Grandma.”
“Okay, I just wanted to make sure you know you can be real with your Granny. Now that we got that out the way. What is it you wanted to ask me?”
“Well, you know how I had been wondering for years why I look so different than everyone else.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Well, I found this picture of a woman that looks a lot like me, and I wanted to see if you could tell me who she was.”
“Let me see the picture.”
This was the moment of truth. I hoped that Grandma knew who the lady was so I could get clarification on why I came out looking the way I do.
“Oh, where did you get this picture from?”
“Mom let me look through some of the old photo albums. She knew I wasn’t going to let up until she did.
Well Grandma. Do you know who the woman is?”
“Yeah, I know exactly who she is.”
“Well….Who is she?”
“Are you sure you want to know?”
“I wouldn’t be here asking you, if I didn’t.”
“I’m gonna tell you, but I want you to promise me something before I do.”

“Yeah Grandma, anything.”
“Don’t tell no one, once I tell you; not even ya momma.”
“Okay, I promise.”
“I mean it!”
“I know! Like I said, I promise that this information won’t leave this room. Now could you please tell me who the woman is.”
“Well that, is your great great great grandmother.”
“Okay, what’s so top secret about that?”
“That isn’t the secret, the secret is who she was.”
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Soon you won’t be, if you interrupt me again.”
“Sorry Grandma. Please go ahead.” “Well like I was saying, She ‘s your great great great grandmother and she was always known for her beauty. But people had no clue how she escaped the same fate as her mother. You see her mother was not much to look at. So when your Great Gran was born people wondered how her mother was blessed with such a beautiful baby. What they didn’t know was your Great Gran’s mother was heavy in magic. She didn’t want her little girl to go through the same things she had to, growing up. So she developed a spell that was irreversible, that would make her daughter beautiful. Figuring it would make life easier for your Great Gran, but it back fired.”
I wasn’t sure how to feel or what to think about what my Grandma had just said. But it was way more than I expected. “What was her name?”
“You said that it back fired. How?”
“Well the problem started when your Great Gran started going through puberty. There were always young boys and men seemingly hypnotized by Sadie’s beauty. It seemed as if she had them under a spell. That is were the trouble started to kick in.”
“What happened?”

“Well, Sadie had to literally beat men off with a stick. I’m almost positive it was that spell that her mother cast on her when she was a baby, is what caused the men’s hypnosis of her beauty. It got so bad she had grown men following her home from school.”
“If she knew any better she could’ve gotten used that to her advantage.
“You didn’t let me finish. Sadie at first, did not know what to do; she was just a little twelve year old girl when men started to pursue her. Once her mother found out what was going on, she started teaching Sadie how to handle them.”
“I thought you said her mother wasn’t much to look at. How would she know how to handle a man? Cause when it comes to men it’s all about looks.”
“Baby that is where you’re wrong, it isn’t about looks.”
“Okay if it’s not about looks, then what is it about?”
“Confidence, mystery and smarts. There may be other things men find attractive, but I know for a fact that those things, will have a man wrapped around your finger.”
“So what did Sadie’s mom teach her?”
“Well, she taught her never let a man get to close. Also that she had to teach them how to treat her so they understood what line not to cross.”

“How did that work?”
“For a time, it worked pretty good. The only time Sadie had problems, was when she would cut them off; that’s when they became aggressive. A few attempted to rape her. But it seemed as if Sadie knew what their plan was before they could go through with it. ”
“How did she know?”
“I don’t know for sure. I believe it was her mother, who knew first and prepared her for what was about to happen.”
“Did Sadie’s mom ever teach her any magic?”
“That, I’m not to sure of. But my guess is,… yes. I’m sure not anything to heavy, but little things to keep her safe.”

I didn’t want to make this to long. Part 2 will be up next Wednesday at 5am. If you enjoy Hypnotically Beautiful, please make sure to like, comment, and follow this blog for more stories like this.

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