My "mother" only bristled, never wanted any close contact with me. She hated me, hated me with a vengeance and wanted me to know. And really did feel she could terrorize me into silence. Kept me confused while she played childish games like throwing away one shoe, the pants to a beautiful suit. Lying, engaging in smear campaigns against me because her life was filthy.
Martha hated me, always hated me and told me exactly why. I was too black, I was a bastard and I was a Goody-Two-Shoes that talked too fucking much. My "mouf' ran lak goose shit by the moon light!"
I accepted that false label as a child . I know better now. I was never the blabber mouth Mathy complained I was. I was the normal person that objected to sexual molestation and primitive savage brutality, robbery, enslavement and just plain torture.
If I have to take the knowledge of that low slut's proclivities to my grave because she demanded we do so, forget all y'all!
My grandfather was not a roach or a dog! Martha was no more a preacher, a pastor, a minister of GOD's Gospel than I am an astronaut.
(He )said (He) would deliver me and (He) did!
Praise the LORD!
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