I’m Still Standing THE BOOK OF ROME!!!

I'm still Standing!

Due to be dead, a long time ago.

I'm still Standing only by the Grace of GOD

BEAMING!

Proud!

Not bragging,

Testifying!

I was there, I know what I saw. IT is impossible to care less about what any "martha jane walters lover", thinks about Me. I know s/he was a two legged, sick, sadistic, INCESTUOUS PEDOPHILE for Eighty-seven years, eleven months and twenty-three days.

A wo/man so common, so despicable, my first vivid memory is of me and my brother , being transported in and old '51 Buick to the Cow Field (Ki field) to collect "Goofer Dust". At seventy-one and nine months, I can still remember the names on the graves. One was an innocent baby. martha said s/he picked her for good Goofer dust, like healing.

s/he also collected her dust from a MURDERED man's grave. Claimed that this particular man had the best dust, ever. IT never failed her. That was the dust martha used when s/he sought revenge, wanted to punish you for "outdoing her".

I'm still Standing!

Yes, World that low volunteer Soothe sayer, Conjurer, "Root Worker" stalked Me, stalked the entire Walters family, all her kit and kin, friends and enemies , working roots to the day s/he finally expired. World that wo/man, I was forced to call "Mother", was never a mother to Me.

It is actually a blessing to be hated by such volunteer scum. I'm glad s/he secretly, clandestinely, set up stumbling blocks, set me up, over and over, targeted my body for her unending Witchcraft. IT made me stronger!

Praise the LORD!

Thank You LORD for Rome Walters! Thank You for his fervent prayers. Thank you for the KNOWLEDGE he passed on to Me.

BEAMING!

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Journalist Belva Davis, a trailblazer who "kicked open the door"

All I know, is All I know. I have been telling "My Story" for nearly Seventy two years. Praise the LORD! Pre-hated! Seriously, I was born into the clutches of a whore. Not just any whore, no regular "run-of-the mill" whore either. I was born into the clutches of a sick, sadistic, psychotic, Root Worker. A volunteer , low common wo/man determined to destroy Me! Why? What was her reasoning? "Too Black!" From the moment I took my first breath , I was always too black for that slut. Not too black to push into a red hot stove. Not to black too sexually molest and torture until I was old enough to tell. Then the low whore added "snitch" . No!I am not mad, I AM REJOICING! I never could have made it without the LORD. Am I disappointed that all the doors were slammed in my face and the few doors that opened , that buzzard, i foolishly called "mother", foolishly always confided in, Back stabbed Me. "It is ALL Good" "What GO...

Johnny Jones & The Johnny Jones Singers 1972

Thank You for My "R's" LORD! Redeemed! Rejoicing! Radiant! Radical! Rare! Rebel! Refined! Regal! Relentless! Resilient! RESPLENDENT! Righteous! Royalty! REMNAT of ROME WALTERS Route#1, Box#11 Godwin, (Wade) NC. Lean in! IT is important that you know, you are not forsaken. Years and years of struggle, fighting for the right to exist has strengthen Me! Made Me strong. Those that wish to rebuke Me for My poverty have no idea what true wealth is. My wealth is in my long legacy. My wealth is in My old arthritic fingertips. Much wealth is hidden behind cataracts . Yes, I came to this good Earth over seventy-one and a half years ago. Pre-HATED! Stalked and persecuted by my own "mother" for sixty=two years! Why? Pride. mjw was one low fallen wo/man that was never getting up. mjw was HORROR UNLEASHED! mjw was and old uncle tom, a volunteer house nigger. No, mjw like most people never cared about anyone else. s/he was extremely clamourous! Loud! Vulgar and s/he had a v...

Cold Sweat (1967 Version) I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!!!

YES! I should have known better but, I didn't. I had just won a house, solid red brick, huge on a half acre of land. World, it was beautiful, my own little paradise! So beautifully decorated. One room, my "Ego Room" lined with plush blood red carpeting, double coushioned, huge windows that looked out on an Apple tree. My backyard was lined with beautiful shurbery. Not only was I enjoying my perfect paradice, I was young! BEAUTIFUL if I must say so myself. Tiny, petit, one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Hair luxurious. Shape like a Coke bottle! I only had one problem; my birthER; a low slut named martha jane walters! HORROR UNLEASHED!!! Chill, the bitch is dead, done rotted and gone back to the hell s/he escaped. Yes, the stanking whore actively stalked me for sixty-two years. No more BITCH! You DEAD! LET YOUR DEAD ASS STAY DEAD! I do have one question, where did you find that fucking "thang", you deliberately manipulated me into marrying? You going to H...

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