When you are alive, truly filled with the Holy Ghost you will love anyway. My life proves it. My grandfather loved his daughter any way. Yes, he did cry every day. But, he tried. He did truly do the best he could.
I am telling my story for future reference. There are many men and women exactly like my mother , if not worse. The only way I was able to escape that "false husband" so early was because of Martha. Once bitten, twice shy.
I was outraged. Some one sure lied to his country ghetto ass. The worse combination imaginable, country as dry corn on the cob, and ghetto-roach-infested- ignorant. Rubber stamped with a diploma that could only guarantee semi-literacy. Just another loud talking piss ant, going no where fast. Why? Jealousy, incredible, unbelievable, envy and jealousy for his "loved ones" He had a "Cain"spirit. But, he wanted it and he kept it.
I am exasperated with people hiding behind the color of their skin to do the wrong that lurks in their hearts.
I have actually had people tell me that my personal experience with black people makes black people look bad. Well! MUTHA********** if the shoe fit! Wear the MUTHA********!
Seriously, dumb ass, pea brain, my mother's behavior, her depravity, had nothing to do with the color of her skin or racial identity. That was her EXCUSE!
Again, there is none so blind as he who refuses to see.
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