Blog Post: Pa’s Letter ( Tuesday)

Dear God,
Why have you made me this way? Why must’n you fill me with lust for ma own kin? I reckon Celie don’t know no betta, that’s why I get to ha first. But, why God? You force my body to hers every night, now she don got two childs, and they mine God. Mine. What the church people gone say bout me. “Ole Fonso got a eye for his own kin” or “For them yung Gals”.  God, I told that Gal she betta not tell nobody but you, or I would beat her. It’s your fault, you made me do it.

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