P.S.

No, you don't have to like me.  You don't have to do shit for me.  You can cuss and curse me like a damn dog for sixty-two years and demand that I keep it a secret, that I shut my flapping mouth.  Yes, I know my mouth runs like goose shit by the moon light.  Yes , I know I tattle and tell every damn thing that goes on.

I know you taught me that it is a poor rat ain't got but one hole.  You did try to convince me that I was nothing, that I wasn't shit, nothing but a black bastard.  That is where you were wrong.  I do thank you for mistreating me so long.  It did make me the fine woman I became.  So, it's cool.  I am a little worse for wear.  I do have severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  But, I pray, meditate, read and most of all I blog.

I also know you are a whore,  bitch.  I can not help what my eyes see, what they saw.  You are an INCESTOR, you committed INCEST!  You are a PEDOPHILE!  I didn't do it bitch, you did!  How the fuck are you going to hold me responsible for that shit?

Sure, I may be as stupid and as slow as you always declared I was but,  damn , no one is that dumb.  Then you tried to pass that shit off as normal.  You just could not be wrong could you?

So, let's talk about that WITCHCRAFT!  Did you really think tricking me out of reading the book of Revelation would save you?  Martha! Did you really believe dirt collected off of a grave could influence my life? Seriously!? Didn't you know me? Couldn't you recognize me?

Hey, slow your roll fast ass.  Don't do a Mathy Jane, fucking with hoodoo, not knowing what she was doing.  Damn imp too sorry to read the fucking books she stole. The bitch was too lazy to read the muthafucking book!  Truly an anti-intellectual.   Tried to block my blessings!  Granddaddy warned you to leave me alone.

"Come ye out from among them."