My first experience with the LORD Jesus Christ occurred when I was only four years old. My perverted mother and her equally perverted new husband came and kidnapped us from our doting grandfather. Suddenly decided she wanted to be a nurturing loving mother? No , found out she could get an allotment check for us from Uncle Sam.
I will never forget grandaddy packing our little meager belongings in a cardboard suitcase. Mathy threw us in the backseat of a 1955 power blue Fairlane Ford, sped down that dirt road leaving a bellow of smoke as my granddaddy stood in his driveway waving. I was turned backwards on my knees crying, bewildered watching my grandfather's image shrink, grow smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared.
At that exact monument the LORD Jesus Christ spoke right in my ear and told me not to worry. "Yes daughter, your life is going to be rugged, it is going to be hard. But, never worry, never fear because I will never leave you."
You guessed it, just as soon as that perverted pedophile whore got us in their apartment on Smoke Bomb Hill on the post at Fort Bragg, we were assaulted with hot soapy enemas. That slut would snatch me up and force a hot tube of soapy water up my rectum. My bowels would explode in agony. She did it so much I resorted to lying. Mathy was not the kind of freak to just freak for the sake of freaking. She always had a good excuse. She would come home from work and and inquire loudly; "Did you black ass niggers shit today!?"
We were snatched up and assaulted before we could answer. I am very glad I had the good sense to tell my granddaddy the next time I saw him. Yes, the hot soapy enemas stopped but not the abuse. Martha immediately labeled me a snitch. "You luddle black heifer! Yo' damn mouf run like goose shit by the moonlight!"
Well here I am sixty years later proud to stand up and tell the world what that whore did to me, to us, to my granddaddy.
"Come ye out from among them."
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