Praise the LORD!

Thank you Jesus! I was thirteen , standing in front of the Main Force Theatre on post. (Fort Bragg).  My mother and stepfather were parked in front of the movie house waiting to pick me up.

Dear LORD, help me to tell this, help me to warn poor ignorant women like my poor mother.  I must admit that I was quite attractive for a tiny little brown girl that was 30% hair.  ***Long beautiful hair , cascading, wavy, curly hair. (I am sure the fact that my mother shaved my head 3 times as a toddler contributed to my tremendous hair growth and thickness)

I looked up and to my horror witnessed my MOTHER looking at me like I was a three inch juicy steak and she was a ravenous hound dog.  I didn't want to see it!  It terrified me.  (I knew. I put it together. My mother was a promiscuous sex hound.  Dear LORD, it was disgusting! Tons of pornography spilling from under her bed.  A different soldier picked up from Vick's Drive Inn every night.  "just don't say nutting', just don't say nutting"  SAY SUMPIN' AND GET KNOCKED DOWN! GET YOUR HEAD SLAMMED IN THE WALL FOR BEING A SNITCH!

Today, 50 years later, I can say I saw, I identified something I did not want to see, something I was too terrified to confront.  Now I can.  I can also trace every bit of Martha's misery back to conjuring, sooth saying and sick promiscuity.  My LORD! My LORD!

Thank you for my strength LORD.  Thank you for my journey, for my testimony.

Jesus told me to know my truth and be set free.  My truth; my mother was a sick sociopath, a fallen woman that chose witchcraft to get back up.  She chose lying, stealing, murder, voodoo, conjure, hatred, and the saddest fact of all, I did love her.  We all loved her.  My five brothers and most of my family love her still.  I can't.  I will not lie and I will not cloak.

I press on.
*** I am really as narcissistic as that sentence sounds.  It is the "writer" in me. My words must "ring".
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   December 17, 2014  All rights reserved.]