It was her practice ...

Every Friday evening you could find martha jane walters sitting in her "living room" wearing a tight white half slip, a very padded bra, and a serious miserable scowl.  She held  a "highball" in her right hand a lit "Half/Half " (cigarette) in her left hand.

martha's little brick hut sat on Dwain Drive in Fayetteville, North Carolina. It was the Sixties, 911 did not exist. As a matter of fact your parents were encouraged by jackleg preachers to beat the hell out of you.

Yes, Martha would still beat us but she preferred cursing, cussing, labeling, rejecting. Yes, martha jane walters was dispatched by satan to destroy me, to rip me from limb to limb without notice. 

No, that stank hoe never missed "service" and never missed and opportunity to destroy, to dismantle clandestinely, secretly. Why? martha jane walters was a serpent!

Our "mother" would hold us hostage for hours, spewing names! Making predictions about how we weren't shit, would never be shit. How s/he hate the absolute fuck out of us but, we better not ever tell anybody!

Yes, every Sunday that stanking slut marched us to "Church" for show. that low 'hoe for satan never loved anyone. If anyone knew who and what martha jane walters was and would always be, it was the Negros of Wesley Chapel AMEZ Church in Wade Station , North Carolina!

The drunker mathy pretended to be, the more names s/he pelted me with.  "Miss Goody-Two-Shoes! Miss Rich Bitch! Black as FUCKING TAR BITCH! WORTHLESS DUMB ASS , LAME ASS BITCH!

Forbidden to cry I held it all in until "that boy came back home".

Yes, IT IS ALL OUT OF THE BAG NOW!

DISCERN! DISCERN! DISCERN!