I had a mother who could pray ... but she deliberately prayed the wrong way

Dear LORD thank You for deliverance. Thank You for your Book. Thank You for the spirit of discernment.

No good person, no righteous person,  sees color, then automatically uses it as a ruse, as an excuse to commit cruel, selfish, sadistic crimes against her fellowman.

What kind of person slyly picks at a wounded "bird", constantly jabbing it with verbal insults knowing full well the old woman is doing the best she can to walk and talk at the same time?

I do not know why.   I shall never be able to understand people that run from the Sun, loudly fearing it's affects.

 People that get physically ill when they notice the slightest tinge of "darkness" on their arm or face,  confuse me.

The only thing wrong with being black , are the fools that think it's ugly. Is double chocolate cake ugly?  Is precious Mahogany (wood) ugly? Is black ass Michael Jordon ugly?

One thing I know,  every word in that Book is good, is meat, milk, nourishment for "babes in Christ".

There is Power in the Blood. You can reject it, think and declare you did it on your own. Continue to lean to your own understanding.

 Someone I love with a passion looked at my SAT scores and laughed uproariously. Chided me, compared her scores to mine.   Sure I only made 833 but,  that was in 1967!

SAT prep was "not a thing" in the sixties.  (And it wasn't free. It was actually quite expensive.)  I only took the test once. While my score may seem laughable to you, please consider the "conditions". Please consider my "dysfunctional household", my lunatic mother, deep racism and the fact a score of 500 was the average score for blacks.

Do know that "low score" earned me National Merit Semi-finalist status. Yes, I was recruited by many "white schools".

But, I digress, how can you dare laugh at the one person that did everything in her power to help you earn the score you earned?  You are not better than me on your own. You are better than I am because I made sure! I made sure from the moment of conception you would be academically sound. Not to be laughed at and looked down upon. I just wanted to give you what my narcissistic mother never gave me.

Martha could not give me anything because she was always too jealous to love me. I was always too black , too dark to care about.

And that my dear is the history of my whole life; something too dark to love. I am an UNTOUCHABLE! Perhaps that's why I love Nina Simone so much. My mother hated her. I love her. I love me. Well, I'm trying to love me as much as I can, while I can.

I made it to old. That's a blessing.

I've been called crazy, a loud mouth fool with no filter , my entire life. So? I don't care. I will not lie for liars, steal for thieves or be anyone's foot stool.

I shall continue to clamor for hue-man rights. I shall continue to blast my mother's awful history on FB because the low whore for satan knew better.

I shall continue to remind "Christians" of what I think true Christ Lovers should think and do.  In the "Mean Time" I shall keep the faith.

I refuse to rank people by skin color, gender, wealth, status, age. I refuse to scorn GOD for what [HE] didn't do,  when I know how busy [HE] was just protecting me.

That whore was a HORROR!

Many or most shall look down on me and see a pile of destroyed whimpering flesh.  I say NO! Because I know where [HE] brought me from.

PRAISE THE LORD!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"