"Didn't come fo'no show, no form nor fashion. "
If was as if Martha was demanding that I save her. Save her from her sins without knowing her sins. Any thing we didn't know about her very secretive hush, hush behavior, was clearly our fault.
The only thing was, if we got close in our accusations and speculations , we were going to be crucified, laid to waste. You would not get up! You would not dare show your "lying", snitching, signifying, "ain't nun ofyo'mutha****** biznessno-how black stanking ass bitch" , around her again!
I told you, I hate black mutha****** anyhow, always talking' , running' off at the mutha****** mouf! I TOLD YOU I AM AN ORDAINED MINISTER!
A splitting, mind numbing, migraine headache, going some where to happen.
You were going to let Mathy in! You were going to let her kick your brains out! And "bitch you were going to ******** like it! Or pretend you did! You better not ever let on that you kind of knew she was just a little bit wicked. No, you were not. Not and live in any reasonable comfort ! She was sending her dumb ass "flying monkeys" and simple, retarded, blind, deaf to death kin , after you.
"Hell No! Ain't no ************ GAWD gon' save you from me! I'm Mathy Jane!"
No more!
No mas!
PTL!
I press on!
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