The foolish evil doer

is so full of pride, she really thinks she is brilliant.  Yes, she thinks treachery , deceit and cunning is a sign of intelligence.  Not only that , they do think committing atrocities and never being apprehended or held accountable is more proof that they are in fact brilliant.

My earliest memory of my mother's never ending braggadocios life was when she often recounted with relish how she sold "lip reducing" cream to idiots in Wade Station , North Carolina when she was sixteen.  My mother told me how she made her own labels, how it was nothing but cold cream.  She laughed about how she manipulated the minds of her gullible customers.  Putting on a show, acting surprised, congratulating them on the shrinkage of their big lips every time she saw them.

She laughed, I listened.  I was puzzled and wanted to know why any one would want such a product. "Niggers shame of they big ass sausage lips! That's why!"

My  point is my mother was extremely manipulative.  She was a consummate con artist, unfortunately Martha Jane Walters suffered with a form of debilitating jealousy that would prove to destroy her.

I must share my life story with this world because I am so proud of Almighty GOD's Divine intervention.  There are days I will  remember just a few of the awful things my mother did to me and I crumble.  I will just fall apart.  It is too much!  How did I survive? How did I manage to do so much with so little? I am looking at the third degree burn still highly visible on my right arm sixty-two years after the fact.

My own mother, so jealous of me she tried to burn my beautiful face off.  She did get my first brother's face.  It was horrible, his whole left side.  From under his eye to his chin.

The worse thing you should know about the woman I called mother, she was as sneaky as an old egg sucking dog.  Always lurking, always looking for something to kill or destroy,  always on the prowl.  Always up to no good.

More than anything  on  this earth Martha demanded to punish us over and over for bothering her, for being born, plaguing her with our needy worthless black asses.  Screaming for hours how she never wanted us, not one of us.  We had to listen to the stories of how sorry our daddies were, how niggers weren't shit.  How granddaddy wasn't shit because he never taught her any better. Martha told us often that she hated us and wished we had never been born.  Always declared that she was better and more deserving of a privileged life because she was "light bright and damn near white."

Every thing that horrible woman did to me backfired! Everything!

Martha was an idiot.

"Come ye out from among them!"

Praise the LORD!