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Dec 2015
He thought he was in touch with the Lord
ranting, and raving from the pulpit
with his Bible like a sword!
I was five and Oh, so bored
thinking this is so twisted, and messed up
these men wouldn't even allow make-up
"Get thee behind me" is what they'd shout
Again,  I'm only five thinking this is f-d' up
No doctors for bleeding ears
just a ton of painful crying tears
loss of hearing being just one thing
that her religion brought onto me
the pain that I endured
you can't imagine the nightmare that occurred
but my Mother denies it to this day
saying to accept it all today
like lying to yourself
putting your feelings on a shelf
I cannot deny this past....
but, I have uncaged myself at last.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 5th, 2015
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