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There are days the images come back clearly, small "micro-chipped videos" GOD planted in my subconscious. Today, February 15, 2019, is one of those days.

We were  all gathered in my grandparent's "living room" in Wade Station,  North Carolina. It was a very sparse room.  Very little furniture, an old rump sprung dark green couch, a few Cane bottom straight chairs, a curio cabinet , a Potbelled Wood burning stove and a RECORD PLAYER.

Our favorite toy. We ( my fellow black bastard brother) would gather around it for hours, listening to good “Gospel “ music.

I remember we would play church, my brother would preach and I would sing. In my video I can see my little three year old “hammy, phenomenal self” belting out this song to my grandfather ‘s delight. I’m sure I witnessed this “performance “  and mastered it attending Wesley Chapel Church with my grandfather.

I remember I knew all the words, had the body language, never missed a step or a beat.

I remember my mother raged, got in her “feeling”, got jealous, plotted against me instantly. Tried to burn half my face off. Why not? By the time I came along the demon Martha barely kept at bay had severely burned all of us.

What can I say? Only the poorly educated fear demons like Martha and 🦍rump.

NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST THE RIGHTEOUS HAS EVER PROPERED!

“COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!”

“REVERSE THE CURSE!”



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