Yes, I was horrified! In deep disbelief! I was in hell! Had touched bottom, could not sink any lower. Where did this come from? I was nineteen, home from college for the week-end. My mother invited me out to her boyfriend's barracks, his day room.
Why not? She was my mother, I loved her, an invite from her meant she loved me back , wanted to spend time with me, so I thought.
Dear LORD, to this very day, I get knots in my stomach and find it nearly impossible to breathe every time I visualize my mother being carried off into a separate room by four young soldiers my age. No, I did not see the very act. I didn't have to have a great imagination to predict what they were doing. As a matter of fact, it all started with one drink.
We entered the gathering together, just young men milling around in a military dayroom. I was just sitting, chit chatting about nothing. Yes, I was sipping. Why not, my mother introduced me to drinking by age eight. I was eight the first time I got drunk and RAPED!
Now, my own blood mother was in a separate room doing GOD knows what with MANY MEN , while I sat alone, people pointing at me! Fingers pointing at me! People rejecting and rebuking me for actions of my own mother.
I don't know why my birth mother was so cruel to me, to my siblings , to the Walters family for EIGHTY-SEVEN YEARS! I don't even know why she thought preaching was a good idea. I do know, evil can't win. I do know the low slut, CUNT, MURDERED MY GRANDFATHER and he was a good man.
I know that whore orchestrated my rape in order to fully ruin and destroy me because she didn't think birthing me poor, black, female and UNWANTED was enough of a burden.
I do know that every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess Jesus is LORD. I know there is NOTHING done in the dark that shall not be brought to the light. So, if you are a closet freak, a closet demon, just know your time is up! Your day is done!
Praise the LORD!
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