Well he won't really hur son...she ain't nevah done nuttin' fa' him. She cudden' you know...on auh count'thu hi he come heah. She didn't want him but she wuz too selfish and n****ish to let any body else have him. He wuz such a pretty chile. A rich colored doctor and hiz wife wanted him. But she said No!
She pretended lak she loved him to hur momma and daddy. She won't suddin' him. Nevah bought him a pair of socks. Made sho' he knew that she wuz depriving him. Luv won't wuff giving unless it wuz begged fa'.
Plus she wuz too pretty, too fine , to be bothered wid what any no count Wade n**** had to say. Hur daddy made hur sick. Hiz nosey a** always up in hur bizness.
So hur son come home to marry. "Dat dumb n*** going to Viet Nam and git hissef kilt and dat b****gon' git all de money. (not if I got anything to do wid it, she laughed)
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So the family put up with her. Tolerated and endured, year after year, after year. Some no preaching preacher told them to wait on the "LAWD", to "jest pray". "Gawd don' put no mo' on you than you can bear." ; they said, so Mathy went all out. "Take this!, and this! and this!...seem like murder is on my mind!!!...bet they won't tell dat either."
"And thou, son of man, be not afraid of them, neither be afraid of their words, though briers and thorns be with thee, and thou dost dwell among scorpions: be not afraid of their words, nor be dismayed at their looks, though they be a rebellious house." (Ezekiel 2:6)
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