Yes! Every time that bitch crosses my mind ...

I get mad all over again.  I'm not as upset about her perverted acts as I am angry about her loud, offensive tantrums of denial. Accuse Martha of anything, anything, no matter how small or insignificant, you were going to be cursed for a minimum of two days. Two days non stop foul vulgar cursing, back lie after back lie.  You were going to be called names and every one in the family had to show her loyalty by disrespecting you.

"You can't win fun duh fix you in, I can't lose for the stuff I use." You want to wake up from this nightmare.  You want desperately to get away from this damn lunatic fool.  But she is your mother.  She is not always bad.  You are secretly glad when she is busy fucking up someone else's life, leaving yours alone.

I was eight, yes , that bitch, that low "yalla"  slut did slam my hand in the car door on purpose.  Instead of helping me, instead of opening the muthfucking car door, this whore stood there screaming about how fucking stupid I was for being dumb enough, black enough, sorry enough to accuse her of such.

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Martha Jane Walters should have been hung from the highest tree as a child.  The day she smashed that puppy between two bricks , should have been the end.  That is my humanness talking.

I know Almighty GOD knows better. Only (HE) can know (HIS) plans for me, for us.  Relax, Free fall!  "Fear NO man!"  No trump, no dump, no Mathy Jane, no conjure, no voodoo, no bad mouthing , no hating, no shunning, can stop what Almighty GOD has pre-ordained.

Praise the LORD!