Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

FINAL CHAPTER            

author's note          

the stench of you…            

is unmistakable…            

certain times…still circle in my mind…            

certain events, unfortunately…re-traceable            

prologue:            

did you write down the date…      

you know, when you took over my fate…                 

did you write in your mental diary…            

the moment you graduated from just touching me?            

yes, I recall…               

I mean, after all

I was on the menu…            

the main course...         

did you hold your head high…   

knowing that I…            

was a 6 year old you conquered by force?            

Then, your sins all tucked away by Saturday night…            

then, up you go in the Early Sunday morning light…            

So polite in church …I could not believe…            

you really had them all deceived…           

a monster in plain sight…            

you were a deacon there…            

yeah, that’s right       

chapter bastard:       

tell me,  did your hands feel the same… remember        

when we played a different game…            

on which verse did you reflect…  

which hymn did you chant…        

while choosing Vaseline…as the lubricant?           

a dark cloud descended  over all of my being…            

if ever there were a soul worth freeing…           

surely then, a child…            

who has been so defiled…           

can walk to you God, in glory…            

            God said, 

“your road to Me, has already been paved…            

you must first go tell your story…”            

God gave me a gift, said Here “you are BLESSED…”            

I unwrapped this…stunned to see…            

a book titled: FORGIVENESS…            

No,  I mean,  how could that possibly be?            

how am I to forgive someone who so badly violated me?           

this man took away my right to choose…            

told me "no man will ever want you…            

Your  "goods" are “USED”           

So, no, forgiveness is not the word…            

it’s called abused!            

I turned the page,            

the next one said…            

forgiveness unlocks the door…            

to the memories that replay over and over in your head…            

you have been handed the key…  

by all means…            

set yourself free…            

I turned the page again…            

And the nightmares DID end…            

this chapter is just about finished…            

Then,  a new story can begin

But first, a personal word to the bastard,  who was very proud in his sins..       

a thief to me…            

you will forever be…       

you stole something priceless…    

that can never be retrieved…
my trust…my innocence…            

my virginity…    

        What behind your eyes-allowed you to theorize…            

having sex with a child was ok?   

no Judge, no jury…no problem…  

You see, my “gift giver” also announced YOUR judgment day!  

your stench…is still- UNMISTAKABLE…            

no longer your victim, but rather…            

UNBREAKABLE…            

Poetic justice achieved,  survivor transcends... 

you have no power over me...      

THE END