Never wrong!

How can you live eighty-seven years and never be wrong? Never! According to my mother she was brilliant, she was beautiful, she was perfect and she was never wrong.  Correct or criticize her if you dare.  You got the cussing of your life for two or three days straight.  No let up, not even a fucking pause.  A non-stop tantrum of Mathy crying, screaming, cursing, cussing, lying and defending herself and it was never over for you.  Never!  You did it!  You hurt her feelings, you offended her.  This is from the monster raping and beating babies.  Killing small animals, starving you and taxing her little brain to come up with every way possible to crucify you and never get caught.

Another plot was hatched.  You were stalked, you were pursued and you would be made to suffer. When I say suffer, I mean suffer.  No, my mother never liked me.  First of all I was too black.  Secondly my "cowardly ass daddy" abandoned her. "The sorry nigga went to get you some milk and nevah came back."

She made no mention of the fact she told two men they fathered me.

Again Martha Jane Walters was perfect.  It was this world that was wrong.  GOD was wrong.  Her dumb ass honest GOD fearing , GOD loving daddy was wrong.  Every black person on this earth was jealous of her color and her "good hair".

My mother was always extremely paranoid.  She did think the entire world was conspiring against her therefore she had the right to practise primitive voodoo on her enemies,  and did.  When my mother wanted a man she got him and kept him until she tired of him.  Only one escaped and some how in her delusion she blamed me.

Have sex with her if you want to. You were going to wake up her damn slave, looted for all your cash forever.  No, she was kind, she gave you an allowance from your hard earned check and laughed in your face.  She was preserving your body fluids much like Monica Lewinsky. My mother would take that man's hair, body fluids, socks, underwear and conjure them.  She kept them intertwined and placed in a bottom drawer.

How do I know? I was her slave.  I kept her house clean, her room clean, washed and folded her clothes.  Yes, I could say something to her but I better not ever tell anyone.

I laughed.  Little did I know.  I never had any idea the "root working" I witnessed my mother practise was just a tip of the iceberg.

World, do know all that ignorance is left over from slavery.  Do know I did my master's thesis on it. Do know that she and that "man" I married threw it away.

It is alright.  GOD is fixing it.  It is all in Divine Order.