My evil sadistic mother was jealous of her brilliant Gemini son and forced the teacher to hold him back in the second grade. Like the bitch had not already sadistically abused him enough. For some reason Martha always reiterated to us that we were nothing but black bastards, some shit she didn't want, something she was stuck with. We were just some more niggers brought here to kiss her "yalla" ass. And the best we could ever do was kiss it, act like we liked it and shut the fuck up. If we were really nice and docile she would throw in some token gifts, some bigger crumbs. She would lay off of "rooting" our ass momentarily. She would laugh at us and with us about how she was in fact trully screwing us, how she never ever liked us, could never possibly care less about us and there wasn't shit we could do about it. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" followed by squealing like a pig. No one was about to believe our tale if we dared to tell it. We all laughed and sang her theme song together; "You can't win fuh duh fix you in, I can't lose fuh duh stuff I use."
Then Martha went on to prove her theme song was real. Yes she did murder her own father in 1979! Got clean away. Died in 2013 and I am the only one to send the police.
My brother was born very handsome, a beautiful pecan brown baby with very silky curly hair. Who knew our mother pure hated him, us? I guess the fact she told him how she visited the "abortionist" three times trying to get rid of him would have given us a clue. No, that can't happen when you have no father in evidence. When the man that plants his seed in the belly of a known whore, then absconds, you get what we have here.
We get an extremely promiscuous woman so embroiled in self hatred and lies she deliberately tries to destroy her entire family. It is like the lazy woman who finds her house so nasty she just burns the muthafucker down. Only my mother refused to remain in the house, she also refused to take any responsibility for it burning down.
It is clear to me that granddaddy was cursed. Don't act shocked. We are all cursed. I can't help noticing my grandfather's life paralleled Job's. Black, colored, relegated to second class by a racist power structure. Caught in a loveless marriage. My grandfather struggled. Daughter raped, son murdered, leg broken, housing, clothing and feeding backstabbing jealous ungrateful relatives for his entire life. Granddaddy suffered mightily until his bored demon plagued daughter decided she had had enough and impulsively planned his murder to humiliate him in death by calling it a suicide.
Martha sat up all night writing that beautiful obituary. I still have it. It reads like a confession. First my grandfather is adored, just fawned over. Then she lies and claims her husband is stationed overseas and could not get home in time for the funeral. Why lie? Who cared? The man had been gone for years by now. He was just a picture in a frame sitting on your desk at work. Who cared?
Martha fumed, was mad as hell that a woman as beautiful, as brilliant, as charming as she was did not have a husband. She felt it unfair. Niggers weren't shit! All of them were lying whores. Never any mention of the fact that she did continue having "relations" with the ex-husband, had relations with the future husband, the third husband and sold a little "pungtang" on the side.
That was; ""nobody's fucking business! It is my pussy! I will do wid my pussy what I fucking please! ….well that is what Miss ******* said, any way."
Martha would say outrageous things, think about them, then get scared and take them back. "Oh ye of little faith."
At any rate Martha Jane Walters hated her two Gemini children with a passion. Plotted against us. Divided us. Nothing the evildoer did against us will stand. She can't win. The evil one can't win because it is all in Divine Order.
Praise the LORD!
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