"A sad and pathetic truth" ...

was the name of a poem I wrote in the late 70's.  I used to do "Poetry Slams" in little clubs and on the WRFG.  My "mother" picked at me, called me lame and weird.  I did it any way.

Botom line, my poem blames black people for the problems of black people.  I told the truth.  Martha!  You started sexually molesting, burning and branding your own children in infancy.  The fact that you got clean away is not impressive.  It is nothing your descendants should admire.  Martha Jane Walters!  You MURDERED your own father and I am the only living relative willing to reveal you.

I will succeed!

My "Sad and Pathetic Truth" was the most real "Poem" I ever wrote.  While heart breaking, it is true, every word.  I sit here barely whole, subsisting  on a "minimum wage" pension because I was blessed with an evil, ignorant, greedy, demonic mother.

A cursed family is mine, brothers still happy with crumbs, docile slaves every last one of them.  Human beings so degraded, so defeated by a MONSTROSITY , they think they are happy.

I don't know what happened, but, I reject The Mathy Jane Experience.  No,  low whorish woman is going to come to this earth, live the life Martha Jane Walters lived for 87 years, and just die!  No apology, no confession, no inheritance, no explanation, nothing!

Hell No!  This common slut left so many defeated, devastated bodies  strewn behind her it is indeed a HOLOCAUST!

"Can't tell on her!?"

GOD blessed me (us), saved me(us) and you think I'm not going to brag about it!?  Testify of the goodness of GOD!?  I have to!  I must!  GOD has been too good to me , I must  scream, I must  shout,   I must  praise Him!

My "mother" happened to be a black woman , but, I assure you,  the depth of her depravity had nothing to do with the color of her skin.

My story, my testimony is the best example of Spiritual Warfare you will ever find.

Dear LORD, thank you for my Mathy Jane Experience!

PTL!

I press on   ...