My granddaddy was in the Airforce at the time, and life for mom there wasn't a pleasant one, especially when it came to the woman granddaddy dated. Mama once said the bitch bought her the ugliest bedroom furniture and the ugliest dresses she could find.

She hated my mother. Mama didn't like her. Mama met my father.

By the time he was twenty one and she was seventeen the sun rose on my life that faithful day, June 26, 1977. Nothing could have prepared me for the life that was to come.

Filled with rape, abuse, emotional damage, church warfare and incredulous adults who loved to touch and tease me as long as I kept my mouth closed.

They say there's nothing like a mother's love. I used to believe that with every particle of my being. A mother loved her children unconditionally, would do anything for them.

She would fight the devil to protect them. She could protect them and raise them to be great leaders.

What the fuck happened to my Mama?

There was a time Mama was my hero. There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. There was a time that I held everything she told

me in the highest regard. Mama knew best and couldn't nothing and nobody tell me different.

Now, in the year 2010, she hated me with a passion, didn't like me and haven't liked me since I was a teenager. I was her failed experiment yet her greatest achievement.

The things she have said to me were hateful and hurtful. I've done my share of disrespectful things, but the things I've done didn't warrant the verbal abuse.

She didn't like or love me for one reason: I was the one she couldn't control. Double whammy because I was bisexual, and she didn't support my lifestyle.

Truth be told, I didn't fucking support those dead beat fucks she dated either.

"You need to get out my house."