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Created on: July 08, 2008
WALKING ALONE
I got off work late,
Now I have to walk home late,
How long will it take?
I ask the moon and continue the pace,
I cut through the alley,
Which was full of ugly folly,
I heard footsteps following,
And I could see a shadow,
Which told me there was danger very near,
Silly old me stop and turn, only to see the stars glare,
I continue to walk,
Then the shadow reappeared,
Only this time his hot breath came to my ear,
His eyes were full of hate, and all I saw was the evil on his face,
And his ugly grin told me there was no escape,
I had withdrawn my inner self-trying to unleash the doubt,
He tried to seduce me in everyway but I refused and said no way,
He looked at me with anger,
And I knew I was in danger,
By the time he grabbed hold of me,
I realized there was no turning back indeed,
I screamed, yelled and cried,
But soon enough the fear started to die,
I knew what was coming my way,
But in my head I started to pray,
As I prayed I thought to myself, " Oh God why didn't I go the other way,"
As he ripped my shirt, again I started to cry, while he told me scream or move you'll die,
Then he lifted my skirt and pulled down my underwear,
I was thinking this suppose to be something only me and my husband should share,
Then I said to him, "Please stop I'm a virgin this is more than I could bare,"
Then he took the knife and gave me a slash on my chest I didn't know if I could take the rest,
He got on top of me and unzipped his pants and slid it in,
I cried silently as he pushed harder and harder,
Then I couldn't take it anymore I started to scream,
As he gave me this evil beam,
Then he started slashing and slashing as he was pushing and pushing,
Then I stopped as I saw the blood trickle down my leg at that point I wanted to beg,
Then I thought to myself why is this happening to me,
It was not like I was in a place I shouldn't be,
When he realized I stopped the screaming at that point he stopped the slashing,
And looked at me and started laughing,
He didn't even care how long I've been crying,
He got up and told me, "You should have been willing,
If you where u wouldn't have got all those slashes,
It's your fault for walking late in the dark,
And maybe next time you'll be smart,
And shut up from the start,"
He walked away and started to part,
And then he vanished into the dark,
It was like he came and stole my heart,
I got up in pain,
As I started to walk home in shame,
As I was walking I said to myself, "why did he bring me into his sin?
I never was the type of girl to give in,"
As I walked in my home,
I began to roam,
I was too afraid to see myself,
Then I took of my clothes,
And laid them on the shelf,
And I looked in the mirror I looked so ugly,
I felt so sick and dirty; I wasn't worthy of no man,
I thought God had everything in his hands,
Then I stepped in the shower I was in there for a hour,
Where was God's power when I needed?
While I was getting beat and mistreated,
I thought God would hear my cry,
Instead of letting me feel like I want to die,
I lost my pureness, my holiness, and my value,
I became distant with all my family and friends,
When one day I realized I was carrying someone elses sin,
I'd lay before God and pray that he would help me raise my child each and everyday,
I cringe at the thought of sex,
I don't enjoy it like the rest,
Ever since then its like a part of me is missing,
But I'll never forget because he created in me another being.
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