I don’t really like you Mama

I love you.

But I don’t like you. Or my sisters.

And hell. I don’t even know their kids?

I don’t always like Mama Jean.

By the way? I call her Mom when not explaining my weird life?

But I love her way more.

Cuz you know what?

When all hell breaks loose and shit gets crazy?

She stays!

She doesn’t give up.

And the real witch? Is you.

Goodbye. And forget my name.

Your chance is over.

You failed your own test Linda.

Cuz I Be Linda.

Your just another Mary hanging out at the foot of a cross hoping for God to save your soul while he hangs on a cross cuz you could keep your legs crossed?

Yeah. I went there.

So did you.

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