She creeped me out ...

and I am sure I creeped her out. I was her Edgar Allen Poe's TELL TELL HEART!

I remember just sitting, staring at her silently. She was a super demon! I was 2 years old ! How did I know? I came to this earth equipped by GOD with the spirit to discern  demons! 

Sure I was two, but my spirit was 102. My grandmother, a clairvoyant, saw it. Said as much; "Dat gal been heah befo'...Mathy JANE , don't talk tuh dat baby lak dat... You know she tender hearted."

Mathy was a carnal whore with absolutely no discretion. She confidently blamed her childhood rape on her "condition ". Her willingness and serious delight in whoredom. It was her decision to believe that ignorant nonsense about color and hair, about race.

I had contempt just observing her. There she was,  Caught in the very ACT, again , Mathy roared, brawled, LIED, turned to violence.  Finally bullied;,"you bed be glad I put up wid yo' jet black ignut shawt burr headed ILLITERATE uneducated ass! Nigga! You didn't even finish high school."

I was only four and clearly recognized her clever diversion. Soon, he was begging her for forgiveness. He apologized and was delighted to perform what ever carnal sin she demanded.

I grew up in a home where MATHY JANE ruled, was never wrong and where you suffered. She was yellow. She had the complexion for the connection. She was as common as bat shit and if you didn't want to see, to know, "well, I suggest you turn yo' damn head."

I grew up in a home where the loudest, the most vulgar, selfish and cruel,  won. She always won. After winning and tricking, she would laugh us to scorn.

GOD said No!

Remember; "Apart from CHRIST we are nothing."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES    December 20, 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]