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Johnnie Taylor - Too Many Memories WE HAVE NOT BECAUSE WE ASK NOT

BEAMING, once again. So many "Mother's Day" celebrations. Not, one "mother", however.
I shall not lie, this is one "Holiday" I purely hate! I have always dreaded.
Yes, you guessed IT, "Mother's Day" was by far my "birthER's" favorite. The low whore for satan deliberately pitted Us,  "The Salvaged Six",  against each other.
To this day I can't believe how s/he so easily baited Us.  "Bobo gave Me 'dis beautiful blah, blah, blah" What a set up! Of course We recognized the signal; "Don't git me nuttin' cheap! And  you damn niggas bedder shower Me!"
No, the fact is,  none of Us were ever going to be good enough for old mathy jane to love. 
I clearly remember my "mother" always claiming my skin color was a curse. AS a matter of fact s/he would scream , out the window, to get out of the Sun,  getting Black! That I was Black enough.
World, IT was never about Color. That old low slut was an Incestuous Pedophile/Root Worker/prostitute, THE WHOLE TIME!
A jealous, envious,  hater,  that would not take correction.  Was NEVER Wrong! NEVAH! NEVAH! NEVAH!
The low whore learned early , how to bully,  and terrorize, and LIE! LIE! LIE! very successfully for eighty-eight years!
The low whore died unrepentant! The only prayer I have for martha jane walters, is, I pray s/he is Flung! Flung into the Outer Realm!
Dear LORD, thank you for giving me the strength to Survive that Horrid Succubus,  for my entire long life!
Yes, long life! Seventy-two years, eleven months and eight days, so far!
It seems like only yesterday, I was 'marching' with my Class of 1973! Yes, I graduated with Honors! Number "Thirty-seven" out of Six hundred and thirty-seven graduates! 
Quite an honor , you would think a "mother", a true , caring,  nurturing wo/man,  would be happy, elated. You would be right. The exception to "My Story", I never had such a "mother". My "mother" purely HATED Me for over sixty-two years!
World, that wo/man, that closeted, cloaked ,"Sea Hag",  that birthed Me, Us, was Never more than a Sick, Sadistic, Psychotic, demon possessed, homemade Witch!
World, that wo/man named martha jane walters, Hated GOD! Yes, that low whore, that sick imp, that pathological liar, that always refused correction, claiming that s/he was Blessed, exempt,  because her skin was White!
World, I have no reason to lie but, I have Millions of Majestic Memories !
BEAMING!!!
GROWING AND GLOWING!!!

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