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Stolen Innocence

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At an early age I was sexually abused.

During that time I was young and confused.

I thought it was okay

to allow a grown man to touch my body that way.

He told me sweet things that made me feel good,

sexually abusing me every chance he could.

Holding back my tears,

the sound of my room door became one of my fears.

Acting up in school

was my way of dealing with all the pain and hurt

I felt deep down inside.

My true feelings I could no longer hide.

He selfishly took advantage of my precious innocence.

I grew up and started filling out.

Big breast, round ass, thick thighs

with beautiful brown eyes

I tried living right,

Keeping the faith and praying

Hearing the pastor speak but wasn’t feeling what he was saying

I started getting attention from married men

Falling deeper and deeper in sin

My only outlet was through sex

In search of another married man to screw next

I was slowly losing myself to the world

no longer that innocent little girl.

The streets became my idol.

Drugs and drinking became my role model.

Experimented with cocaine

to escape from all the pain.

By the age of eighteen,

I had experienced verbal, physical and sexual abuse

Sitting on the bathroom floor

Razor to my wrist

Contiplating life or death

Thinking why should I live?

What’s the use?

Encouraging words start to fill my head.

Listening to every word that’s being said.

But the devil and my demons

Had that monkey on my back

I said *** it, I’m already on the wrong track

Wasn’t ready to go down God’s pathway

Didn’t want to hear what my pastor had to say

Back to the dope man I went

Bought another dime sack

And a twenty dollar cocaine pack

Starring at the young woman in the mirror

Line after line, the picture of my life

Became a little bit more clearer

My heart began to beast fast

Fear was in my eyes

I started to realize

As I visualize

Everything from my past

All the hurt, all the pain

I thought I was going insane

I fell to my knees

Asking God please

Help me get rid of this feeling

I dropped to the floor

Staring at the ceiling

Room began to spin

I just knew this was the end

My eyes closed slowly

I felt the presence of God all over me

Tears began to fall

Jesus was always a prayer away

All I had to do was call

Although my past was screwed

And I felt so used

I had planned to end my life

God had another plan

Fast forward to the present

I’m married to the man of my dreams

He is truly heaven sent

I have two beautiful girls

Who I cherish more thatn anything in this world

I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter how your life begin

Just know that God is the author and finisher of how your story end

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after vision says:

my poet, it takes a lot to tell your story and keep your spirits high. I love your pens heart

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love_supreme says:

Excellent write!

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amin901 says:

Nice, Very nice. Keep sharnf and growing.....

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