Yes, my birth mother was the type of woman that would lead you into captivity on purpose, just to laugh in your face. Just to keep you confused and broken hearted. Always claiming it was your black skin that kept you down, not her lying treacherous, backstabbing ass.
Martha Jane Walters had the most hideous blood curdling laugh you ever heard. If she ever tricked you just once, she let you have it, mocking you. Once you had cried sufficiently, she always took it back and labeled you crazy, a fool.
To think such an albatross, a mongrel monstrosity, lived on this earth for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS! No, she could not be stopped. Jesus predicted her and her kind have to be endured to the end.
I have to laugh because I know, if no one else knows, how much my mother enjoyed being a whore. I see why, she was good at it. Men did lust after her white flesh. Why? Ignorant! Demonic! Shit! Who knows?
It seems my five birth brothers remain in her dead clutches. That is just sorry. No excuse.
"Come ye out from among them."
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