We were beautiful!

I can remember it just as clear as yesterday.  Mainly, because it feels like yesterday.

The days were hot, the Sundays exceedingly long.

We attended the "red brick church". We were considered  "uppity" for calling ourselves Methodist, for considering ourselves more "educated", refined and assimilated.

"We" were the more educated, we had more teachers than farmers. We" were not as highbrow as the Presbyterian , nor nearly "light-skinned-good-haired" enough to dare go to one of their "dry as dust" services.

Yes, we said "Amen" in our church and many got "happy",  caught the "Holy Ghost". I sure did and I thank GOD. Catching the Holy Ghost in front of that demon possessed Mathy Jane saved my black ass from many a brutal, savage beating.

Before that horror died,  that unrepentant reprobate took my "father" from me. Mocked me, made a joke out of it.

"You sudden'done that Mathy Jane."

The slave master ordered a fellow slave to beat the "accused-caught" slave with a cat-of-nine-tails (barbed leather on a huge stick that ripped the flesh off of Jesus). Wait! The demon muthafucker ordered cayenne pepper and turpentine be rubbed into the open oozing wounds!

Believe it or not, it was the best cure, the best way to prevent infection.

Did the "man" do this to women? Hell yes! Why ? DEMON POSSESSION!

No matter how loud you scream obscenities , deny and deny, plot and persecute, your lies shall never be accepted as the Truth  by good people.  Fellow, like minded, carnal demons, sure. tRumpers are now definitely  known by the company they keep.

There is an orange malignant cancer currently devouring the American flag. Shall he succeed? He may indeed. Perhaps this whole thing needs to be destroyed. If this world is to be destroyed , that mongrel is sure the right one to do it.

I do sincerely believe Mathy Jane was a generational curse, a debt that had to be paid.

No matter what any demon possessed imp says about me, I shall not believe it. I shall not claim it.

That "thang" claims he came from "good stock".  So did I!

Clean as a whistle every Sunday! Little chocolate legs greased down in Royal Crown, lace white socks, crinoline slip, patent leather high top shoes, white silk ribbons in my hair.

I stood by my tall handsome grandfather as the choir prepared to "march in".  Robes snow white, mortar boards cocked ace-duce.  Everyone on the "right foot".

BEAMING