13 people live in this house, yet it feels so empty. Ma Dear, gets up every morning at five, and I don’t know why. It’s been 40 years since she picked cotton in Belle Glades, and she ain’t got no job, just want to cook for all these people, don’t even no children live here, not even that 15 year old whore, she don’t even go to school, she’ll go behind it, on the side of it, might even go under it, this house feels so empty.

She’s cooking for all these grown folks, and don’t try and take that from her She might die, naw she’ll probably live for ever, lived through hangings, Jim crow, segregation, desegregation, now assimilation, but she going kill all us, with that pound of butter she put in them grits, it ain’t no where to sit in here, this house feels so empty

Why they buy a house in front of the grave yard anyway. Don’t know body live on this street but black folks. Railroad forced all the blacks out of their little shotgun shacks, with promises of new Pre-fabricated house, with in door plumbing, right in front of the graveyard. I wont even go out side at night, if big mamma not here, these fools lock the door, and ask you do you see that haint (Ghost), standing in the front yard. Why my family got to be so big, just full of big fools, drunks, and some women’s baby’s daddy. Why she keep letting these fools move back in here any way. I think she get lonely, this house feels so empty,

Every Sunday same routine starts early, smelling bacon, ham, and sausage. Why she need to cook 3 different meats every Sunday. that’s why black people got so much heart disease. Then here they come, with their children to go church with Ma Dear. Can’t they take their own children to church? The bible say direct a child in the way in which he should go, not point them there and say go with big mamma. She don’t care, if they didn’t bring ‘em she complains, but church over at 2:30 PM, how come they don’t come get theses demon seeds to 5 o’clock. That’s so Ma Dear feed them some pork and make them all fat just like her, this house feels so empty.

If I got to keep coming here every summer, I’m going to run away; I’m all ready grown anyway. So why I got to run. It’ll take three weeks for anybody misses me, to many people in this house. When my granddaddy died, the preacher say how in the world, did one couple have 8 children, and then them 8 had 79 children; and from 79 come 93, and those 93 got 15. I wanted to stand right up in the funeral and say my daddy got 13 by himself. I think him and my auntie trying have a race. That was the boringness funeral I have every been to, too much crying. It should have been at my church. We don’t have funeral’s we have home goings to celebrate the decease’s life.

Holy rollers, shole must’ve raised hell in the world, cause they can really put on a show in a church, this house feels so empty, it’s to many people in here, I wish we still had the out house. I feel invisible.