I'm really starting...

to understand some things.  My grandfather never believed in harsh words, cussing or fussing.  He taught me  "kind words turneth away wrath".

He was a great teacher because he taught by example.  He got up every morning with the sun.  Got all of his chores out of the way first.  I followed him around, feeding chickens, hogs, the mule, etc.

He made his own soap, slaughtered and cured his own meat.  There was nothing my granddaddy couldn't do,  from combing and braiding my hair, to healing sever burns and ringworm.

I loved my granddaddy.  He was kind.  He would not shame or embarrass you.  He would encourage you.   He would tell you that you were beautiful and smart.  Every day he told me that I could be somebody.  He did advise me; "Keep yourself up much as you can."  That meant don't have pre-marital sex.

My "mother" was the opposite.  I was every kind of black "mf-ing thang" in the world and I was a toddler.  I was snatched, slapped, beaten savagely, cussed, cursed, molested and rejected.  She told me that she didn't care about my tears.  "The mo' you cry the less you piss."

I did the right thing.  I forgave her.  Put the past in the past.  And the whore mongering, unrepentant, root working s*** treated me just like she should have.

Ignore GOD's WORD if you want to.  You will get your just and honest due.