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The saddest Truth about My low whore birth-ER, s/he demanded that We grow to hate and loathe ourselves,  as much as s/he secretly  hated Us.

Im fucking possible!

No, martha jane walters hodges doster watson lamoureaux was never a good person!
NO!
NOT EVER!

Sure s/he always looked good when s/he went out in the public

s/he was particularly stunning when s/he preached
mathy always made sure s/he purchased only the finest raiment from the finest department stores.

No, martha,  not only did not mind bragging about the good,  hot pussy , s/he sold to buy the minks, lizard skin shoes, matching purse, etc, . s/he beamed, always made sure s/he was the first to roll up to Wesley Chapel AMEZion Church , in Wade ,  North Carolina, just to occupy the first pew.

Parked her Cadillac in the most prominent space!

Had the fucking nerve to be "Stuck Up"!
Did not speak or associate with dark skin people unless s/he was planning to fleece them, again.

No, martha never did care that her four bastard children were sitting right beside her , reeking of mildew smell. Looking just like the little ragamuffin, pickaninnies s/he called Us and deliberately made Us.

Yes, all of our "new clothes" were second hand, from the Thrif  stores, any ugly, horrid hand me downs, to make Us all look like her clowns, her personal slaves

Because that is what We were, a low, sadistic, psychotic, demon possessed whore's gaggle of little Black slaves.

Mercy!

Dear LORD,
how long shall  the evil rule?


*******THE GWEN DOSTER DIARIES*******
Friday, April 16, 2021

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