Why did you let some "tattoo artist" scribble all over your body? It is alright if that is something you wanted to do for you. But when you start desecrating your body to be accepted, to give others a certain impression, you are in trouble, you are a blind follower, a helpless consumer. You are a drone, a worker bee, a mindless docile volunteer slave.
You have no ambition. So why are you living? Did or do you still believe her? This poor broken harlot welcomed you into the world to bear her filth! No mother in heaven, on earth or in hell would deliberately put their children through what our mother put us through, then die without so much as an "excuse me", "I beg your pardon", or "my bad."
My mother left me with a "FUCK YOU!" No, she didn't come out and say it exactly that way, as an 87 year old mother of the church. She used her granddaughter to level the final blow. "Grandmu said XXX ain't nun of yo' daddy! XXXX is YO' DADDY!"
I was 58 years old and this old bitch was still slapping the shit out of me.
Why did she do that? In her mind I hurt her. I hurt her deeply by remembering her past, by throwing it up in her face. It was all my fault. I was the cause of it. She always declared that loudly as she persuaded my brothers to hate me with a passion. According to my mother, I think too much of myself. I am unforgiving. I want revenge. I am a liar and only GOD and her "flying monkeys" know what else she made me out to be.
If you are a satan worshipper and you are truly demonic and you spike your hair and cover yourself in piercings, spikes, nails and needles, I appreciate the heads up.
But, don't have satan lurking, living, luxuriating in your heart, and you think I'm going to be your next victim! You better think again! Talking "Jesus" while not living "Jesus" does not impress me (or GOD).
The Bible says that a "dog will return to his vomit." He sure will. There are many men and women that care absolutely nothing for their children until they become successful. Say, graduate from Boston University, become successful in a lucrative career, after everyone laughed, scorned her and said it could not be done.
I want to announce to any and all predatory snakes, a daughter needs a DADDY when she is a child. No "Johnny come lately"s.
I was eight years old and proudly shared with my grandfather that I was traveling to Richmond, Virginia, to met my father for the first time in my life. My grandfather stood very still and very tall…before declaring; "Call duh nigga Misthur!"
If granddaddy thought eight was a little late for a "daddy" to come around, what would he think of some one trying to play "daddy" to a 30 year old?
[Excerpt fromTHE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 26, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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