God’s New Blessed Soldier

I got dis’ Army Notice seein’ ma’ history as a .name business is makin’ it hard for dem to be accepting ma boy as one of ‘em. Afraid my past history as some local human wantin’ to get a citizenship whit .name cer-ti-fied-ication is not a way good citizen go about bein’ a citizen of United States of Edenâ„¢.

Notices seein’ I can’t be what I be or ma boy is going to sent back to da Navy. Can’t have dat. No Navy boy ma’ son is, but can’t go stoppin’ being a business. I make good money with da people dat support me. Ain’t no body I know got market on bein’ a true United States of Edenâ„¢ citizen than me. I got this process down. Even see ma’ patriotism for a fee. Gettin’ paid some good money for it. Hell, even dose commies will love United States of Edenâ„¢ if ya’ give ‘em ma product of me.

Army darn did come and come get me. Take me way to cell. Dark in there. Don’t knowin’ why gotta go. No one said nuttin’. Just sit in dark cell. Hopin’ son doin’ fine all time.

Home now. Feelin’ bad. Body hurt. Pain. Can’t move. Son doin’ good. Took ma’ place. Doin’ all that work I was. Try da help. Try, but can’t move body. Sittin’ in cell long.

Findin’ out ma’ wife aint Army issue. She aint Army Strong. She is in the Navy. Damn seen it in her tattoo just the other day. She come in a liftin’ da’ sofa. And when she was a settin’ dat sofa down seen back side I did. I seen a damn Navy tattoo. The little anchor sunk. How ma’ new issue wife from da’ Navy. How am I gonna teach ma’ son to be Army Strong if she be wantin’ to accelerate his life?

Wife is hittin’ me harder and harder. Started as slap. Then pinches. Now she closes fist when made. She ain’t takin’ out on baby. She love dat baby. Love more than herself. But me. Hate me. She can’t stand me. Say I lazy. No good. Sit around try tellin’ her ta’ work. She tellin’ me ta help out. Shit. I ain’t doin’ no damn woman’s work. I don’t care how hard she pinch. She pinch hard. Deep n’ hard. Can’t be feel in dat spot for days. Shit hurts. Don’t want to feel no more. But can’t give in. Ain’t do no damn woman’s work. Bitch see me burn before I lift a bucket of mop water.

Alls I wanted is ma’ son in da Army. Wanted dat Army insurance and growth program. Dos good. Ma’ son deserves. Den day trade ‘em to Navy. Navy takes wife. Lost wife. Leave me doin’ woman’s work. Don’t be needin’ this. Got real work ta doin’. This not what I want. Suin’ not me. But got get somethin’ for ma wife. Boy needs it. I need to work. Needs that wife to watch after da’ boy,  DUMB ASS. Suin’ those fucks. God damn. Just fuckin’ wanted to have ma’ son in the Army. Alls I ever wanted was a boy who could have Army Insurance. I never even had dat. Signed away and had to suffer. Now I live. Do good. Get married. And ya’ fuckin’ takin’ it away from me. Wife. Now. Then ma’ boy to Navy. God damn. You evil. I work to pay those taxed. I pray to help God see us through. I’m there. I’m a here for you. But you not here. You not seein’ me. Now maybe you see me now I’ma suin’ ya. Fuck you, Navy. Where’s ma’ wife?