Another keyhole anonymous diary 

About Electra ….

a child does not know the meaning of the word bastard, but the child knows what it feels like to be 

from the moment the child comes into the world and is handled 

the child feels what it means to be bastard 

it does not show to an otherwise world 

once you leave their nebula —but the stain has not only embedded itself, but with it, the years of toxic abusive actions have altogether set the pattern of the weave in the outcome of fortune 

it does not matter the lineage but —how was it the black maid put it that day on the bus as they gossiped about their reverend looking at me, 

“she born on da wrong side of da blanket, dat child, dat’s whad I got to say about dat, mmm-mmm….sweet Jesus….an’ a reverend’s bastard! sweet Jesus amen, mmm-mmm!”

the poisonous stares ….they sting like a wasp ….”now, never mind them, miss,” Annie says and reaches to comfort with a gentle pat, “our’s is the next stop miss, you gets to meet my sonny, ain’t dat a nice surprise?”

because, again, nobody remembered ….to get her