Hubert Sumlin - Sometimes I'm Right

A hurting person, I mean someone literally left holding the bag,  for and old bag of wind, can be stuck, just frozen in the most horrifying pain and their own disbelief.   While holding that excruciating pain in, may make them feel noble, the "man of the house", or continue to swell up with pride just remembering she always called him her  Black Prince.  

They may feel so flattered, so finally loved,  that they will shoo every possible effort to rescue them away.   The five sons, all duped, all broken, all destroyed, cry out in unison; "DON'T TALK ABOUT MY MAMA!"    So biblically unread, so easily duped by that queen bee, by the O. H. (Original 'Ho) the pioneer of gangster 'hoing) , that they fully believe they are actually carrying out GOD's wishes, they accept premature death, rather than submit to GOD, to know, to embrace our abominable Truth.

Because they must be right!  Right at all cost!  Ripped, ruined, repeatedly,….repeatedly, repeatedly.
 (Noooooooooooooo! Noooooooooo LORD!  You didn't let such a low whore come here to this earth!  LORD why did you let the lowest possible whore rise so high?)   Because she molded them in her own image, to be lying, clamorous LOUD BULLIES.  You say in your heart,; GOD,  I will continue to pray for them.  But they are some nasty sassy mouth, two edged sword tongued, back biters.  Is that in fact true?  Or did she plant that in my head?

  You will not correct or criticize them! You can not drag them out of their defeat, their acceptance to rot because they can not bear to tarnish their mother's name.   I'm sorry that is stupid!  Just plain stupid!  Why are your still attempting to protect the image of a fallen woman that sacrificed your life, destroyed your life in order to keep whoring on the sly, on the side.  All I can do is pray because they will not hear it, the truth, they may never taste freedom.

I say be very careful.  I often held my peace, held the pain in, walked away, because I just knew that she would apologize one day.  After all, she did love GOD with a passion.  He was always on her lips. And we were always in church.  We never had voluntarily church attendance in my mother's house,death, your own , was the only excuse you could give for for "non-attendance".

Did she think GOD cared?  She must have, always comparing her stellar attendance record to everyone else's ;" *Pearl,  don't tend church bit mo' dan a dog!"; Mathy bragged, having never missed a Sunday! (Even the ones she actually missed, they didn't count.)

Are people really that foolish?  Do these free radical reprobates, scattering , spreading their filth and multiplying, think GOD feels honored by their fake ass walk?

People see you dumb ass!  Just who are you fooling?  Like people.  People just as dumb, blind, covetous, lying, and 'HOISH!

I told you, LYING IS THE GATEWAY SIN!Start lying, or keep lying.  There it is!