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My mom was physically and sexually abused for Eight years of her childhood His name was Richie, the boyfriend of her Mother, she kept him in the Picture for eight whole years And let her three young daughters have their Childhood stolen for a man with Too many belts My mom was six when he entered the "family" And fourteen when she left with a plan, Never to talk to her mother again, but Today my mother told me why we always Visited Grandma when she became sick, She told me God made us to be forgiving, so she turned her Hate into sorrow and Belt marks into Scrabble games around the dinner table Every night we say a prayer Hoping Grandma is in a better place, but Tonight I can't help but stutter over The words I barely mean because God made us to be forgiving But eight years is a long time Lost
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
God Made Us To Be Forgiving
My mom was physically and sexually abused for Eight years of her childhood His name was Richie, the boyfriend of her Mother, she kept him in the Picture for eight whole years And let her three young daughters have their Childhood stolen for a man with Too many belts My mom was six when he entered the "family" And fourteen when she left with a plan, Never to talk to her mother again, but Today my mother told me why we always Visited Grandma when she became sick, She told me God made us to be forgiving, so she turned her Hate into sorrow and Belt marks into Scrabble games around the dinner table Every night we say a prayer Hoping Grandma is in a better place, but Tonight I can't help but stutter over The words I barely mean because God made us to be forgiving But eight years is a long time Lost
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
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