It was in late Spring, time for me to go to school.  As I carefully walked down the age-weathered stairs, it was a balancing act between the rickety steps and my black, leather pumps. The stairs won, and down I went, hitting my head on the wrought-iron Banister

"What a way to start the day," I thought to myself as I rubbed my head.  I picked myself up and continued on the 3.5-mile walk to
school.  My head was still pounding when I arrived.

I saw my best friend Bonnie, as she came around the corner of the school.  We had known each other for ten years, and there wasn't anything we didn't know about each other.  "Hey Bonnie," I yelled.  She turned around and gave me a huge smile.  The rays of the Sun made her blonde hair glow.  With a stature of 5'9, she was a real beauty.

The day was uneventful, just a normal day.  Bonnie was in three of my classes; Math, Science, and History.  She made the day go incredibly fast.  We cheated off one another, here and there, praying we wouldn't get caught.  No wonder we were straight-A students.  We were both highly intelligent.

After school, she came to my three-bedroom-home to study.  I liked my ranch home and was proud for everyone to see it.  We sit on my bed, skimming through the pages of our History book, trying to remember what we read, for tomorrow's test.  
Soon it was time for dinner, so Bonnie went home.  We talked later on our Verizon phones.

After taking a shower, I climbed into a nightgown and brushed my teeth.  They were pearly white, always being complimented on.  I said my prayers, then turned off my blue and white lamp.  I went to sleep, hoping I would pass the test tomorrow.

My husband is a good man,
he does the best that he can;
I feel safe within his arms,
with him there is no harm.
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He does all of the chores,
with my disabilities,
I can't any more;
He's faithful, caring and kind,
without him I'd lose my mind.
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He's such a blessing to me,
fulfilling all of my needs;
He holds me, oh so tight,
no matter the darkness outside.
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He is the man of my dreams,
he is my everything;
I couldn't ask God for more,
then the husband whom I adore!

Please bless the children,
all children everywhere;
Those who have full closets,
those who've nothing to wear.
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Those who have warm beds,
those who sleep on the floor;
Those who receive attention,
those who are ignored.
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Those who have full tummies,
those who hunger inside;
Those who know what love is,
those who are denied.
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Those who laugh and play,
those who never smile;
Those who have sweet dreams,
those who's dreams defile.
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Those with lots of love,
those who never feel;
Those who are quite healthy,
those who are quite ill.
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Bless the little children,
where ever they may be;
Bless the little children,
bless them, if you please.

A Demon  was buffeting a woman,
this went on for many years;
She tried and tried to rebuke him,
through her multitude of tears.
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He would constantly remind her,
of things that she'd done wrong;
Things of her days in the past,
it was like a really bad song.
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Night after night,
and day after day;
He tortured her,
in so many ways.
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She finally prayed to God,
to make the Demon stop;
But all God had to say was,
"Rebuking him's your job."

She scrubs her olive skin,
until it starts to bleed;
She collapses in the shower,
and begins to scrub her knees.
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No matter the time it takes,
or the Brillo Pads she's used;
She never felt quite clean enough,
just ***** and abused.
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Her nightmare had began,
earlier that day;
When the Bug Man came on in,
and he began to spray.
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He layed down his equipment,
and began to talk to her;
Before she even knew it,
he was ripping off her shirt.
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She could not move an inch,
consumed with shame and fear;
When he ripped off her blue jeans,
her eyes broke out in tears.
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When he was finished with her,
and the **** came to an end;
He packed up all his gear,
and out the door he went.
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She sat in utter schock,
all she felt was shame;
Because she let him in,
was she the one to blame?