"What does it profit a man to ...

gain the whole world and lose his soul?"  My LORD! My LORD! How many times did my mother say that to me?

Dear LORD, you put a poem inside my head in 1977 and it was to be published in a collection of poems called "GUMBO".   I was so proud when they asked for my bio.  Excited I called my mother to share my good news.

Shortly there after, the publishers said that my poem was much too negative and made black people look bad. Perhaps it did.  It was the truth.

                                              A Sad and Pathetic Truth

"We are a heartbreak people, we crush each other into fin-n-n-e little pieces,
     ….'till there is nothing left but dust!
Sirens BLASTING, BLOOD GUSHING ON SATURDAY NIGHTS!

Hardened prostitutes and gaudy pimps scurrying like hungry rats from the blinding lights.

We are a heartbreak people. (Why do we hate ourselves so much?)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (shrill scream)
the cries of agony that know no relief.  Mothers and black babies weeping and wailing
             "…ain't got no man!"

Again I shed dry tears because I don't have any wet ones left

When I remember that we sold Ourselves into Slavery!  Denmark Vesey, Gabriel Prosser, Nat Turner, David Walker and even JOHN BROWN never had an iota of a chance! 

They never had a chance to Save  US!
          they never had a chance because there was always a "Sell Out" around

          around to snitch to the Man
          around to grease his lips
          around to twist his hips

And to tell you to kiss his ass because he believes in WHITE not RIGHT
Because he believes in Self and not in the "Dream" and to Forget Dr. Martin Luther King!
Because he wants to get a piece of the great American Pie ….
          Any You can't have NONE!

And finally as we ALL go scuffling and screaming, lying and scheming to our dirty little graves,
Bragging about our Indian and White Pedigree
                    Proud of our Inter-racial Genealogy!

Always seeking, never reaching token pinnacles of success ….
Never knowing why we can't quite get there …

The white man and the Jew laugh in disgust!
We don't need mass genocide …
They are doing it for us."


 It is with a very heavy heart that I must admit that my mother was always in competition with me.  With all pretty women!  Martha hated all pretty women and was insanely jealous. My mother was beautiful, but I was always more attractive.  And as she bragged; "Gul you got a shape on you , make bulldog hug a hound,"

 She was a reprobate.  She was lost, she was confused.  I will not pretend and honor her.  I pray daily for GOD to take this painful hatred lodged deep in my heart away.

There are some wicked foul people on this earth.  I never knew they would volunteer to preach.  I never knew any woman would deliberately rape and robe her own children.  I never knew that Martha Jane Walters  was unloveable, totally untrustworthy.

I certainly never knew that the world I live in could not possibly care less.

"Come Jesus!" , your children are suffering in misery. satan has high jacked our churches, infiltrated our homes.

My heart hurts.  I am blinded by my tears and I can no longer see the keyboard.  If you are a true Christian, pray for me.  Pray for my family and loved ones.

Remember; "Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   November 1, 2014  All rights reserved.]