I hungered ...

and you feed me not.  I thirsted and you had no water for me. You blamed my skin color, my low status as a human being for your deep disdain.   You ridiculed me for being a bastard, your bastard!   You rejected and tortured me and reiterated it was for the color of my skin.  You bragged about the color of your skin.  You bragged about your hair but you could not brag about your morals. Nor could you boast of your educational status.

You solved your economic woes by enslaving every man that lusted after your white skin.  Sure, you had all the money you wanted, all you could spend.   You finally got your dream house by murdering your own father.  You resented him saving his hard earned money for the children of the brother you secretly hated.

You died laughing at me.  Well you laughed in between cursing and cussing. You invited me to not piss on your grave.  How dare you?!  You knew you!  You knew you were nasty and common.  You knew you were a "root worker".  You knew you never read one book completely or thoroughly in your whole  life.

You know you were too jealous. You were not as crazy as you pretended.  Martha how did you expect to keep a tall handsome young husband by cursing him like a dog? Refusing to wash your funky ass all week-end.  Not putting your partials in, refusing to brush your teeth.  Bitch, your house was nasty.  You had five children, four living with you and and old man.

My GOD mental illness has gone too far, lasted too long!

Woman you whored around on him with your ex-husband and your future husband! I will not go into the incest and pedophilia! Certainly, there is no way you were really that delusional.

Or were you?  Is that what witchcraft can do? Sure, you and that "thang" destroyed my Master's Thesis but you didn't destroy my brain.  I read forty-eight volumes of Slave Narratives. You two buzzards have never completed two books between you.

That was jealousy Martha, that Cain spirit.  Should I blame slavery?  You were born in 1925 still enough time for slave mentality to totally engulf you.  Just one more brag and I will let you go for today.

Remember how you tricked me out of my fellowship to Binghampton? Remember how I ended up in that glorified high school, Atlanta University.  I discovered the best  primary sources in the entire world.
I had no life, no lovers.  I was trauma bonded.  I was never going to be more than a lame school teacher yearning to be a published author.    I had no one so I devoted ten,  twelve hours a day to my Master's Thesis.  Your jealousy raged and you couldn't wait to destroy it.

You felt real satisfied didn't you? Always pretending to love me while purely stabbing me in the back.  You gave me tons of free drugs.  Valium, Librium, Empron,  in the seventies.  I never had a chance.  So you thought.

Do you remember how GOD intervened? Had some one break-in and steal all my drugs.  You watched me go cold turkey and you could not persuade me to ever  take another pill.

Martha the word for you is ravenous .  Jesus called it right. RA-VE-NOUS! You hungry thirsty slut.  Bitch you started in on me the moment I was born.  Look how GOD took me from the den of iniquity you left me in, put me in my granddaddy's lap.

Sure you killed him, got away clean but, you had to look in the mirror every day for the next thirty-four years.  You said you couldn't help it, that you were doing the best you could.  Practicing WITCHCRAFT! MURDER!  That is not doing the best you could! You did the best you would.

Thank you for taking me to church.  Thank you for making me go. Oh, thank you for mistreating me so.  You made me pull myself up by my own bootstraps.  I read so many books,  I over read.  You made me feel so bad about myself I over achieved intellectually.

No, I ran dead into jealous bitches just like you over and over but it's cool.  I am a better person for it.

The more I learn about you, the more GOD reveals, the more I understand why you refused to repent.  I just don't want you to be so smug in hell.  I bet you're black now bitch. A real crispy critter.

I just want to know if you are ashamed yet?  I also want to warn all of your followers to not be like you.  Please don't be a Mathy Jane.

What is a Mathy Jane?  A low fallen whore too sorry to get up.  A sorry stanking whore that wants every one under her feet.  A Mathy Jane is a whore that secretly  loves satan, loves evil but too despicable to ever say so.  Preaches falsely and deliberately leads hordes  into captivity.