She did put on a show of wearing all black for two or three years claiming she was in mourning like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone With The Wind.
No one helped us, no one came to our rescue. The fact we didn't tell didn't help much. I know now we enabled our abuser.
Martha dropped me off. How many freshman get "dropped off" for college? Mathy was in a hurry. She had to get her tall, fine, yalla, almost-good haired husband back to Ft. Lee, Virginia.
LORD you are so wonderful and I was so dumb and blind. Martha wanted to know how much money I had managed to save while spending the summer with my "fabulous cousins". I like a fool, told her, before I knew it I was back under her thumb and broke. She promised to make her new husband buy all my new school clothes for college. What did I get? A cheap coat, too small from "Robert Hall" and cussed the fuck out for being dumb enough to listen to her. "I ain't promised you shit! You duh fool! You should ugh stayed up'dere, earned some mo'money."
Little did I know, little did Mathy know, she did the best thing she could have ever done for me. Martha's foul evil demonic treatment gave me hope, gave me drive, gave me tenacity.
Did I notice all the other families making a big day of the "First Day Of College"? Sure, lucky them , two parents, doting mothers, loving siblings. I didn't complain. I knew why. I was; "a black bastard, I had no daddy …I should be glad she didn't flush me down the toilet with the other five." Yada, yada, yada, I heard it every day for my entire life.
My LORD from Zion, my own birth mother did harangue, blessing block, stalk, lie and plot on me for sixty-five years!
Beaming!Pure grinning because I am over here renewing my strength!
PRAISE THE LORD!
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