Lying Lips

"He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander is a fool." Proverbs 10:18

You poor foolish woman. Oozing with sweet syrupy words while lacerating your "loved ones" with foul wicked deeds.

Who did you think you were fooling?

"You put dat f****** bicycle outside! I don't want that s*** in my house!...Don't put it in the f****** storage room either! Nigga! I told you to lay that f****** bicycle up side de house! Hurry up nigga! S*** we got to go! Ain't nobody gon touch your f****** bicycle!"

What could he do? She was his mother, she had authority over him. They had a past. She had beaten him savagely many times in the past! What was the point? You weren't going to win.

There was no help for him. There was no help for us. My elderly grandfather did not dare interfere.

"Ain't nobody gon touch your f****** bycycle!"

We all knew that she was more than disturbed by the purchase of that ten speed Schwinn bicycle. It was the top of the line. My brother was very proud. It was the best present he had ever received in his fourteen years of life. Most of all it was precious because his loving grandfather had purchased it for him.

No one that knew her dared to lodge a protest. So we packed up her Cadillac and drove to Philadelphia to visit my Uncle XXX.

Sure enough, low and behold the bike was mysteriously missing upon our return.

"I didn't know dat XXX. I didn't know deze niggas wuz thieving...I'm sorry" she cooed mournfully.

What could he say, what could he do? The f****** slut struck again!

That's her, that's the notorious Mathy Jane. Slimy, sneaky, sour for no obvious reason.

Born tethered to her we got in line early, we learned the unspoken rules. Don't talk back, to quote her;"Don't you f****** think back nigger!" Don't protest, don't achieve, as a matter of fact become a worse f*** up than she was and you will be loved.

Her favorite children are the ones that get arrested repeatedly, drop out of school and give up on every thing they try.

Be pitiful, be whiny and weak and she'll love you. She will give you some of her ill gotten gain with minimal protest.

You prided yourself as an unstoppable monster. Inflicting pain was your greatest pleasure. Were you chasing that thrill? Were you trying to duplicate that orgasmic pleasure you enjoyed when you smashed that puppy?

It is unreal. How could such a monster be allowed to prey on the innocent for so long?

It's not God's fault. It is our fault for permitting her to violate us repeatedly.

A family of cowards? Perhaps. Maybe we are just ignorant. Or we are too proud, too stiff necked to tell.
"I'd take dat to my grave."; she taught us.
"You don't tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!; was her mantra.

What is the truth? My mother, our mother is a Demon. A modern day Demon. Why are you so surprised? We hear about them everyday. Jeffery Dahmer, Charles Manson, Son of Sam, all monsters, all murderers.

All demons are not the same. They take different paths. Some are serial rapists, some become nurses and kill their patients. Some are very cowardly and simply enjoy terrorizing their own families.

They live dual lives. The saintly motherly preacher to the outside world and a cruel sadistic brute at home. Brilliant they do just enough dirt to be feared but slow down on their vicious treachery when they smell rebellion.

A brilliant tactician they keep their allies in check handing out token gifts of small amounts of money and big promises. They butter up and flatter all of their minions while they work feverishly to destroy that rebel, that critical thinker, that talker.

Well I am here to tell you that it will not work. "You shall proceed no further!" Your time is up Devil!

Repent of your sins. Fall prostrate on your knees and beg the Lord for forgiveness. Ask the Lord to come into your heart, to dwell there. Confess, apologize. Jesus is mighty to save. Step into your divine destiny. Claim your blessing. Honor God this day tomorrow may be too late.

Keep reading Proverbs children. Pay close attention to;
"He (She) that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart." Proverbs 11:29 "Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands." Proverbs 14:1

Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel