It is times like this when i feel so small. Like a mere particle occupying a small space- only taking up space. The false reality sets in, because really, it shouldn't be real. A small child, that very well could have been me facing the worst of the worst. Encroached upon and could do absolutely nothing about what was happening to them.
i hated to hear the words that she had been impeded upon. Her innocence was nothing to him, he took what he knew was not his. he stole her, ripped her and then like it was nothing sent her back on her way. After she had come from a place so foreign he sent her back home to a place so familiar. She had to be confused. How could he have been satisfied? How could he have been happy with the act of hatred that he had just committed? Evil is not hard to find. It lurks deep in the crevices or on top of the blades of grass that grows pretty in the summertime. Pity? i have none for him. i deem him a sorry excuse, mentally amuck and sore fuck up of a man. He is dirt in the bellows of the worse man's soul.
He did not take into consideration her yesterday, today or tomorrow. Her blood, his comfort? Asshole. Her tears, his manhood? Jackass. Her screams, his savage pride? Bitchass.
Words can not express my anger. Words can not even fashion the feelings that are dwelling within me deep enough to cut holes in the earth's core and ask if God was even there. Tonight I will pray for her and then I will pray that the anger in my heart subsides. Tonight, I will pray that Jesus steps in and takes over the situation.
Every lesson learned is a lesson earned.
Amen
i hated to hear the words that she had been impeded upon. Her innocence was nothing to him, he took what he knew was not his. he stole her, ripped her and then like it was nothing sent her back on her way. After she had come from a place so foreign he sent her back home to a place so familiar. She had to be confused. How could he have been satisfied? How could he have been happy with the act of hatred that he had just committed? Evil is not hard to find. It lurks deep in the crevices or on top of the blades of grass that grows pretty in the summertime. Pity? i have none for him. i deem him a sorry excuse, mentally amuck and sore fuck up of a man. He is dirt in the bellows of the worse man's soul.
He did not take into consideration her yesterday, today or tomorrow. Her blood, his comfort? Asshole. Her tears, his manhood? Jackass. Her screams, his savage pride? Bitchass.
Words can not express my anger. Words can not even fashion the feelings that are dwelling within me deep enough to cut holes in the earth's core and ask if God was even there. Tonight I will pray for her and then I will pray that the anger in my heart subsides. Tonight, I will pray that Jesus steps in and takes over the situation.
Every lesson learned is a lesson earned.
Amen
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