If coffee makes you black

evil makes us stupid.  I have a few memories of my grandmother.  They are just as clear.  I remember begging her for coffee as a toddler.  I remember her always replying with an ominous warning; "Coffee, make you black."  So, I learned from the cradle black was not a desirable color and those of us that were black were cursed.  Our lives were over.  We would never be shit.  No one would or could ever love us.

Then, I met Jerome Walters.  GOD just sat me flat in his bony lap and that is where I remained for twenty seven and one half years.  I loved him and he loved me.  We were always thick as thieves.  Yes, I was spoiled.  There was never one time on this earth that my grandfather ever denied me anything.  Not only that, he kept my evil demonic whorish mother at bay.  He had a way of talking to her that made her creepy ass get back.

"Don't chew (you) taught hur! You bed'not put yo'hands on hur! LOOK INTO YO' OWN LIFE!"

No beating for me that day.  No matter, Mathy Jane was not going to be stopped, prohibited or slowed down.  She was a demon but not nearly as brave as she claimed to be.  If she was so damn brave she would not have resorted to WITCHCRAFT!

Yes, she was a preacher, flipping through the Bible picking out scripture to enslave others.  She should have read that part about keeping your mouth off of GOD's anointed.  She should have known better than to rape, molest and abuse small children.  "Suffer the little children to come unto me.  Forbid them not the Kingdom of Heaven."

GOD did not tell us to be slick about it.  To pretend you love GOD while you are trying to defeat GOD.  You can't do it.  It can NOT be done.  Yes, GOD is slow but (HE) is on time!

Do what is right.  Don't do it to go to Heaven, don't do it for a reward.  Do it because it is right.  My mother mocked me for only becoming a teacher.  She claimed I was a failure.  Who was she to call anyone a failure?  She thought I was a failure because she knew she stalked me, hated me, wished only the worse for me.

Dear LORD when you have a woman that tried her damnest to destroy her own daughter for sixty-two years, LORD, You have a problem!

LORD,  I see what we did to Your Son.  I see we haven't changed and haven't learned.

I just want to set the record straight.  My grandfather did NOT kill himself.  He was framed by his evil demonic daughter.

That is not right LORD.  She was an ordained minister. She used Your name in vain.  Many still fear her.  That is where I draw the line. She's dead.  She is beyond dead.   She is rotting.

Our whole world is rotting.  Most people are stupid.  Ninety-nine percent of us  fighting and killing each other over one percent of the wealth,  while one percent of us gloat over hoarding ninety-nine percent of the wealth.

LORD, are you sure you gave us a brain?  Does hate, racist hatred cause us to be just damn idiots?

Why should one to five percent of the world's population own and control ninety-five to ninety-nine percent of this world's wealth? Why are so many people starving, fighting for food?  Why does "Don the Con" shit in a solid gold toilet?

GOD, you got any more Son's or daughters you are willing to sacrifice?

Yes LORD, wo/man is thick, stiff necked,  full of pride .   You sure must love us.  You are still giving us time to get it right.

Thank you LORD!