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God Saw You Kill My Two Little Friends

I grew up in the Appalachian mountains with incest and violence, I’m an Appalachian inbred Hillbilly, ain’t nothing wrong with that. People who write similar stories or movies most times are not an inbred Hillbilly which makes my story unique. At nine years old I was beaten and raped at gunpoint. My two card playing Hillbilly girlfriends were beaten, raped and shot in front of me. Uncles, brothers and cousins raped the girls. I want to educate the world that inbreds are not blue or have defects.

I was born at 11:59 on December, 31, 1955, on New Year’s Eve in Indianapolis, Indiana, but was raised in the Appalachian mountains. I trained managers to be sphincters for thirty five years. I abandoned many homes to violent husbands. I gave birth to five children and people stole them like I’m a baby factory. Thieves took all my material belongings over and over and won’t give nothing back. I fear God, guns, spiders, homelessness, and abusive men. I would like to see God, Jesus, and a lake full of fish. I’m a resident of Orlando, Florida.

I left home in fourth grade and spent my early life on highways, streets and alleys getting assaulted and raped with blades and firearms. I ran with biker gangs for many years. My father was a Pentecost Preacher who conveyed an awesome sermon then one day in the New Mexico court house he shot his head. My oldest sister was dismembered in a semi with a little boy wrapped in her arms. I married a war hero with a prosthetic arm he beat me with then tied me to a light post and left me.

I married a gun toting wannabe Clint Eastwood who beat me daily, pulled guns and hunted me like an animal. I married three violent men. Two pregnancies I lived in the snow under picnic tables. I spent numerous years hitching in knee deep snow hunting for my children. Drug dealing and strip dancing were a way to survive in the wake of being annihilated by spouses. My husbands were involved, but turned me in for hundreds of criminal charges: arson, terrorist acts, burglaries, assaults, four counts of trafficking, four counts of sales, and delivery.

I dated my home confinement officer and was honored with a Governor’s pardon, clemency. My children were stolen while in a coma for nine months. Lucifer threw a 16,000 pound building on my body. MRSA took a year to walk. My daughter became an armed bank robber with Jesse James. I paid my debt to society by spending many years incarcerated for crimes I did and didn’t do. I have also lived a productive life training managers and cooks for 38 years. I maintained second occupations as a cook. I have 4 years of college credits majoring in Secretarial Science.

I kept employments and continued writing through destitution, pregnancies and savagery. My compliance to God to compose determinedly will help others. After being hid most of my life my first baby that was stolen and my huge Hillbilly family found me on cyber space. Everyone is now old. Life’s accomplishments; I won six turkeys, nine trophies battling cocks, birthed five kids, won ten cakes, and caught nine ten pound Bass. I possess gloating rights to angling stories and jaded memories. I’ve been writing each day since nine.

I’m bedridden and can only sit up for 15 minutes at a time. Thank you. I am honored to have you read my story. Experience is my resume and my quote is;

“Homelessness is not a white or black thing. It’s not a gay or straight thing. It’s not a man or woman thing. It’s not a nationality thing. It’s not a rich or poor thing. It’s not a political thing. It’s not a thing, it’s people.”

— Mary, age 62

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