I was thirteen ...

the first and only time you ever attended a parent-teacher conference or any school function to see about me.  My 8th grade teacher, Mr. Everette, told you that I was a brilliant scholar.  Those were the exact words he used.  Your tremendous insane jealously flamed immediately.  Mr. Everette was a white man, a skin color you envy.  His love and admiration for me was well known.  He was my mentor.  He taught me how to make a DNA molecule, something you never heard of.  You instantly creditd your "whorishness" for my blessing.  "If I had'na married dat PRE-VERT, you wuddna gon' to school wid dem white churin' and you wuddna had no chance to be so smart.  So since it was my p**** dat got you dat blessing I got duh right to snatch it back.  I'll make sho' dat dumb black ass n**** keep molesting you.  As a madder of fact I'm gon' trick him into gettin' you pregnant at fourteen so you will look worse than me."

Well that plot didn't turn out like you planned.  I cut the fool in that hotel down in Ft. Gordon, Georgia.  You had to pretend that you were shocked, that you didn't know what was going on.   You know full well you sent him into my room with his hard black d*** in his hand.  Eyes flaming red, pretending to be drunk.  Mighty funny how you followed the mps straight to the stockade and bailed him out.  You two hogs were caught screwing like dogs the very next day.  You were always having loud vulgar sex with the door open or unlocked.  You two were the nastiest common people I ever heard of.  Lustful and carnal, common as bat s***!

I asked you if you were going to divorce him.  You said ;"Naw! Got to git that money honey."  I dismissed you as a common c*** right then,  I prayed to get grown.  "Dear LORD! just let me live to see eighteen.  I promise I will never come back LORD."  I lied to GOD.  I graduated from college and you changed your tactics.  Stopped cussing me so much. Declared you loved me, said that you were proud of me.

You lied!  You knew that you had to find another way to mistreat me, to slay me.  You hated me because I wasn't common like you.  You hated me for being studious and self-disciplined.  There was no way I could be a common whore like you.  Not someone sexually molested since age four.  Not some one subjected to the foul vulgar things you forced me to see.

You had me going with that preaching routine.  Sadly, that has been your undoing.  If you really wanted to ruin me you should have kept me away from Jerome Walters and Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion Church.  You should have burned every Bible you saw, kept them out of the house.  You should have kept me from doing my homework. You did throw quite a bit of it away.

You succeeded in getting my brothers to hate me.  That's on them.  Any cousins or other relatives that hate me on your behalf, it's fine with me.

Every time you get up in a pulpit with your fake phony prayers and preaching I want you to know that your "church family" reads this blog.   People all over the world read this blog!

You have been "outed"!  You've been exposed.  The world knows.  True, some don't care.   There may be some that are happy and delighted by my pain.  But, I'm Glorified! Praise the LORD!