Feeling Golden!

WOW!  I got "old". BEAMING!  Dear loved ones, don't feel sorry for me or rage against me when you witness the deep hurt in my eyes.  That's GOD, the Holy Spirit. Yes, I am tender hearted. I am , seriously.  Way, way, way back in the far reaches of my heart and mind, I am as tender as a "mother's love". A real mother, that is.

See, "I done been tricked",  too many fucking times.  The "Church" told me to be polite, to wait my turn. To pay my tithes , to serve and wait.  The truth, the "Church"fucked me up. Now , I'm sixty-seven and this muthafuckingmathyjanedonaldjtRump,  is the fucking President of the United States.

I'm not going to lie, there is not a day,  that goes by , that I don't regret failing to listen to my grandfather. Then I remember, am called back to consciousness; IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!


Yes, s/he practiced , sick, demonic evil for eighty-seven years. Claimed s/he was winning. Pretended to be invisible. Yes, s/he tried to prove GOD, her daddy, and  the "Church" wrong. Sadly, the only people Martha fooled,  are just as fucked up,  as her fucked up ass.

Did s/he ever get away?

Hell , fucking Nooooooooo! We just had better sense than to ever breath one word of truth against that cunt.

I don't think you should speak so disrespectfully about your mother. After all she had you. She was your mother. She couldn't have been that bad ...I'm just saying.

The Hell you preach! Martha Jane Walters was one MUTHAFUCKING Deeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn! I'm a witness ... don't tell me shit about what your lame, perfect ass knows.  You don't KNOW SHIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!  I was there! I am a witness.

I don't know if the 'hoe thought I was retarded or what,  but,  the low life,  lying slut,  sure hauled me and my brother down into the "Cow Field" (graveyard) , on the "Cake Fair Riber" (Cape Fear River) , to collect dust off of a murdered man's grave,  because she was "hixing" someone.

It was midnight, the moon was full. S/he carried a kerosene lantern in one hand, a brown paper bag in the other. Naw, you can't unring that bell, bitch.

Take that fucking shocked look off of your face. Practicing voodoo, conjure, casting evil spells,  is as old as mankind. Our pretending such people do not exist , only helps the evildoer.

Who taught us to keep her secret? She did? Who taunted us daily with; "You can't win fuh duh fix you in, I can't lose fuh the stuff I use." ?   Except there was one glaring problem. Ten seconds after making that brag, the sick, demented, muthafucker , would completely deny she ever said such a thing or would have said it.

Holy-moly shit! Martha would have us so frustrated , we wanted to dig our own eyes out.

Wait, the forty-eight hour harangue, (all hell would break loose) ,  you had to hear,  witness and bear, was not worth opening your mouth in protest. Just steer clear. Move two, three, four, ten states , away.

Just shut the fuck up! Turn stone. Gray rock. Pray. Rebuke and bind satan! Pray! Read scripture. "Dress your house". Anoint your oil. Grease down everything. 

Go into your "secret closet". Pray. Fast. Study. Beckon. Believe. Keep the faith.

 Don't let that bitch sneak up on you. DO NOT EVER CRITICIZE OR CONTRADICT MARTHA JANE WALTERS!  Just skin and grin. Just pray the Holy Spirit gives you strength.

Do you think your mother died angry?

I really can't say.

Do you think she ever loved you? Do you think she ever tried?

Again,  I can't say. I can say I'm glad for her, her existence , that is. I know I would have completely missed out on this "Good Feeling". This "GOD's Grace". This confidence, this tenacity.

Well, Praise the LORD!

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"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"