The best we ever got out of our grandfather was ; "When your head is in the lion's mouth, don't make no sudden moves." What the fuck was that? It was like my grandfather was a slave on a plantation and Mathy was the evil overseer. A creature so evil you didn't dare tell on her or speak against her in any kind of way.
We always had to tiptoe around the evil irritable bitch. She was extremely sensitive and hostile. Extremely sadistic. Meals of nothing but grits and grease! Forcing us to eat old half rotten pinto beans for days then laughing that she found a roach in them.
That was the truth. We learned early never speak negatively about Martha. Do let her run over you like a Mac truck. Let her take your money, every cent without protest. Let her lie on you in front of you and you better not say shit. The dumb bitch did not know what a boundary was, you had no life, you owned nothing, not even your own body. And you better not dream you ever revealed anything about that slut. Wake up and kill your damn self! Beat and pulverize yourself.
We knew we could never defeat Martha so we just left. Distance was the best protection from that low whore.
Repeat your catechism ; Don't you black muthafuckers ever tell a MUTHAFUCKING THANG THAT GO ON IN 'DIS HOUSE!"
Martha meant that shit and carried it out . She had as many lovers as she wanted. Men, women, children, relatives, strangers, some paid her, some she paid. Yes, she did it and preached! Why? She was not preaching for GOD. She was preaching to MOCK GOD. To make GOD look weak and simple, the same way she did every human being she ever encountered.
I should have known. Always bragging about selling lip reducing cream at sixteen. What is that to be proud of? You swindled simple uneducated illiterate people that loved and trusted you into believing the cold cream you sold them would shrink their "huge liver lips".
My "mother" bragged incessantly about how brilliant she was, how white her skin was. My "mother" demanded to be worshipped for the color of her skin, and the texture of her hair. She demanded that we over look the daily torture she drug us through. The low slut had the nerve to claim "mother privilege". "I'm yo' fucking mama Muthafucker! You better be glad I went on and had yo'sorry ass! I cudda' flushed you down the fucking toilet like I did dem' five other muthafuckers!"
Foolish woman do that which is "unseeingly" if you want to. Follow in Martha Jane Walter's footsteps. Put WITCHCRAFT ahead of GOD. Become delusional. Fall prey to your own schemes. Keep digging ditches for other people.
Keep on! satan will reduce you to dung. he will make you an abomination! A creature so low she has to die in order to be revealed!
Praise the LORD!
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