Tender hearted

"Mathy Jane, don't talk to that baby like that, you know she tender hearted." I  am well  past old, yet I can still hear my grandmother Rachel admonishing my mother as she languished on her death bed , dying of cervical cancer.  A horrible ravenous cancer my ignorant semi-illiterate mother blamed on my grandfather.

While my mother preached, excited many, no doubt turned many to salvation and Christ she never believed one word of anything she ever said.  Martha was too full of sheer wickedness, her feet were swift to run to mischief .  She was a sadist.  I still remember her slamming my entire left hand in the door of her huge sleek Oldsmobile when I was seven or eight years old.

No, none of us, no one could win with Martha.  You were always too something.  Too ugly, too pretty, too dumb, too smart,  too fat, too skinny, too educated, too opinionated, too mouthy, too cowardly, too "no-sense-ED", too dark but never too light.  No, no one was ever good enough for Mathy Jane. She lived in a closet and it is a good thing she did.  Not only was she a closet lesbian, she put the Bull in Bulldagger!  Talk about masculine, manly.  I laugh because I also have "manly ways".  I always carried a pistol and always offered to kill any one that wronged me. GOD protected me.  Never allowed me to do what I so frequently offered to do.

Do I hate her? Yes!  Why lie!? I get up brushing my teeth hating that bitch! Muthafucker!  Using GOD to get over on her "love ones",  her own family.  The selfish slut never used her gifts to help us, to help anyone.

That's selfish, that's greedy, that is the height of ignorance.  "From such stay away."