She had to come here, GOD had to "let" her Let" "until she be taken out of the way." EVIL! Rotten, low down savage! A baby brutalizer, a baby rapist, a whorish untrustworthy woman. A woman so common she hid behind her "race" as a cover for her deliberate filth.
I am proof that the people can't learn if they have no teacher. Common, evil, carnal lawbreakers holler Jesus and justice the most when corned by their own deliberate sin.
My mother cursed me. Called me the foulest names imaginable when I finally mustered up the courage to finally inquire about my molestation.
"The wicked fleeth, when no one pursueth ."
"Whut you trying to say!?…(half barked, half screamed) I had sumptin' tuh do wid it!? …"
My mother was a terrorist. She was a brutal common savage. If you looked for tell- talel signs of decency, like nervousness , guilt, or even embarrassment , when you caught Mathy in wrong doing, you better quickly forget about it.
To know Martha was bad news. She was the friend that your parents told you to shun. I bet if I went to the Cumberland County court house, right now, I would find an article concerning my mother's arrest for prostitution.
She could preach the hell out of someone else's sermon. Was she too lazy to read the Bible? No, simply rebellious. She demanded to be revered for the color of her skin, for the texture of her hair. She did demand to have her way, to "dilly-dally" with her perversions when she was bored or the days she got up roaring with jealousy for your accomplishments.
Some how I do believe that Mathy promised satan that she would punish the entire world, her entire life , for not making her Queen. For "Success" failing to come flocking to her door. Every one that got a compliment, recognition, earned a degree, instead of her, would pay. And they would pay dearly. They would never know, never in a million years guess , that she was the ravenous wolf, Python snake not hiding up in the wood pile, but coiled up around your tender heart.
Mathy hated me the most. Not for being a rebellious teen. But, for being her exact opposite. I kept the ***"s house clean, earned good grades and kept my virginity. (So I thought)
Martha hated the world for having to work, pay bills, cook for a man the same age as her oldest son. Martha did hate that loathsome feeling she carried, tucked deeply inside her. Hidden carefully by loving false words, compliments that made her gag.
She was mad that, that "boy" came back. How could she fix yet another mess she created? Martha resorted to her same old remedies, witchcraft.
"You might be my color, but you are not my kind." I will not lock step or march with you. You know your son did wrong. He was a lawbreaker, not a toddler. He had a long history of violent lawbreaking. No one is paid enough to risk their life coddling your son.
Stop spreading racial division. It is character, not color. You will not use me. You will not get me to join your posse because we be kin, because we are black, because we have to stick together.
All exploiters of ignorance, racism and hatred should sit down. Some things are commonsense. I understand your grief. But go back to the WORD. " Study to show yourself approved."
To my family or family members, still hiding, sill holding onto a toxic memory, hold on. Your own mother , grandmother, aunt, cousin, friend, pastor, Sunday School teacher, came to this earth, did abominably for 87 years and you remain silent out of fear.
You can hold on to satan's hand out of fear, fearing being known or recognized with me. Keep crossing the road. You all can chunk all the dirt you want in that ditch now. I'm not in there. I am not sleeping. I am alive and well!
Try GOD! The real GOD, not some homemade monstrosity, half voodoo, half Holy. "Come ye out from among them!"
Is it truly fear, are you minding your own business, or are you , just as common, selfish, greedy and "all for yourself"?
I came to tell you that it doesn't matter what you do or don't do. GOD's got this! He is in control. Relax in the back seat. Let Jesus drive. Turn your music on. Free fall!
Be abundantly blessed today as you travel on your way. I hope you are searching for the truth. I hope you are trying to bless someone other than yourself. Do know that it is far more than Jesus on the lips. You must obey.
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