Don't give up on love

Never give up on GOD.  Please hear me.  Please hear this long suffering woman.  Please hear my testimony. Please do not laugh and scoff at me because of my color black, for my gender, for my age , for my serious lack of wealth.

Please listen to me.  satan's reign is over. s/he is being revealed.  Sure, be horrified, be shocked, but know.  Pray for strength.  Pray for GOD to prop you up on every leaning side.  Children, there are some vipers on this earth, cloistered up in families too disgusting to be revealed.  Well, that is what they think.  That is the strategy the evil one has conjured up in their head.

I am a survivor!  I made it!  No, I'm messed up, clearly I'm damaged.  I'm still a good person.  Yes, I cuss.  Colorful cussing is my language of preference . It is just a little spice.  I can't do bland and lame and I can't lie.  My mother cussed.  This is the language I learned.  I remember cussing in high school.  Why my teachers never reported me, I'll never know.  Maybe they agreed with what I said or perhaps they felt sorry for me.

I know I felt sorry for myself. I attended E.E.Smith Senior High School in 1967-1969.  I had one pair of shoes. ONE FUCKING PAIR OF SHOES! They were nice shoes, they came from the "Prissy Hen".  They were considered quite expensive for the time.  They were brown stacked heels.  I wore them every day.

I had no clothes.  I had one yellow blouse that I washed by hand nightly.  I often wore wool on hot spring days.  Did I feel ashamed, inferior, deprived?  No,  I was just pissed, determined.  "Bitch, if you are going to mistreat me like this, I'll show you!"

I did. I educated myself.  The stanking whore never gave me one penny to go to school.  I'm mad because the low whore changed her tactics once I graduated from college.  She feel in love, full of compliments.  Gave me her old broke down Buick.  Put a telephone in my room in Graduate School.  I'm mad with myself for falling for it.

Martha could smell a check, someone's income from five hundred miles away and she plotted on you for years, prepping you for the day that you too would join the long line of contributors.  Just like a greedy predatory preacher, Mathy eyeballed your check, groomed you to give it up.  Made sure you had no family, no spouse, no children,  that would interfere with her ability to use you.

So, finally I'm  old retired and broke.  But,  GOD keeps on blessing me.  Gave me a daughter that is a gem! Praise the LORD!

Yes, my evil demonic "root working" mother plotted on me, just knew she had me bound.  She also thought she was a real preacher, that she had fooled GOD and that none of us would ever tell on her nasty incestuous pedophile ass. Lies you tell satan!  Bow your stanking ass down.  If you were too ashamed to admit you did it, to ever apologize,  then you should have left us the fuck alone.

Martha Jane Walters you were a nasty 'ho and I must tell on you.  I must testify to the entire world because I think my testimony can prevent a lot of women from becoming sick selfish whores like you.

I went from ashamed to tell it, to proud to tell it.

Now rot!