While I was her third "live birth", I know I was nineth in line to receive her "Curse", to be mauled and devoured , beaten, brutalized, sexually assaulted, starved for affection and food, by that ignorant, low life , mongrel , volunteer wretch, that birthed me.
Yes, we sat up in Wesley AMEZion Church, every Sunday, in Wade, North Carolina, faking the funk for that volunteer blow fly.
There the low, high yalla 'hoe, was, draped in mink stoles, hats, kid gloves, lizard skin shoes, matching purse. s/he was Eva'thang, we were nothing. s/he told us, you ain't shit and you ain't gon' never be shit.
Yes, there we were, five little Black bastards, sitting all in a row, on the first pew. I know we smelled of mildew and we definitely suffered from serious lack.
Lack of love, lack of sleep, lack of innocence, lack of care , from everyone but My GranDDADDY, Rome Walters! Proof, GOD/The HOLY GHOST, always keeps a ram in the bushes!
Sure, s/he killed him, shot him dead in the heart. Never apologized, never cared, the low slut, just like trimp, claimed her skin was white , she could do, what ever , the fuck s/he pleased, just as long as s/he pleased.
"I can't lose for the stuff I use. You can't win for the fix you are in."
s/he did., lived the life of a privileged homemade queen , on the strength of voodoo and conjure. s/he is dead now, and I enjoy dancing on her dead grave , perhaps as much as s/he did secretly persecuting me.
Yes World, martha jane walters is one Generational Curse , I don't have to abide or let slide.
*******THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES*******
Monday, April 5, 2021
Monday, April 5, 2021
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