It's Whitney

 

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You can say what you want to say, but Whitney Houston was a soul sister. They could never get the story right about her. Saint or sinner. Winner or looser. Even though she was the best, they were always putting her to the test. Whitney was different from the rest. 

She didn’t want to leave us. She didn’t volenteer. Whintey was called out. It was time to go home. She was peculiar with her talent. Whitney was strong and could stand alone. She didn’t need competition and wasn’t selfish for herself. Although sometimes I think she should have been because of the way she was treated. Whitney needed to live her life. She needed time to herself. Whitney didn’t try to hurt or take from nobody. She seemed to be a giving person regardless of those demons. Whitney had love. It was just the Prince of power of the air always meddling in our lives. Doing his job. 

You know Whitney had a throne. She was the queen, and that old devil was always trying to knock her off. He didn’t want nobody to rule or do nothing because he wants to be the ruler of all. But that’s not what was intended to be. Whitney was born with a purpose. We all are. I don’t know where Whitney is, but if she’s in heaven, she made great headlines up there. 

 Life is not easy. Whitney was maturing. She had to grow. She was learning things that those tabliod writers didn’t know. The good book or else they wouldn’t have written some of the things that they wrote. We reap what we sow. But all can be forgiven. Whitney kept living until it was time to go. …..