| A-l-m-o-s-t ------------------------------------------- She drifts through life so innocent thinking of the great romance Until one day she meet a champ so it seemed in her ignorance He walked the stage, golden in his self glory white smile as he told stories She never thought, She never guessed That it all was done in jest Mistaught she began to notice things like his words with the hollow ring Mistrust she began to feel when he pressed close, hand clasping her waist Misdeed His mistake, when her, he began to case Almost was my theme because I remeber not even trying to scream as he pulled my hair, I scratched his face Time Ticked The Dying Race I refused to let him see my fear as he fought to pull down my underwear fought to claim me fought to a fevered pitch until with a few well placed kicks, a right hook and a brick I was able to finally end it. Almost in a dream state Sunday morning, I thought of heavens pearly gates As I sat in church and watched him parade on that golden stage In a purple costume dressed to assume His carefully thought up place He sought to dismiss a ALMOST rape because a leader a pastor one who leads the church coudn't be touched by such dirt I've finally met my beast and she came forth waiting for the kill I Almost forgot... I am a Warrior still So, Now I wait, I bide my time because I know as his blood flows The time ticks and because of it I'll have my chance To take his life from his hands... |
| This piece is not for the faint of heart... I began writing this in the third person, but the circumstances being what they were, I reverted to the first person aspect... I was not going to share this, but a very good friend pointed out that it would not only be healing for myself, but for others who have expierenced the same. If you find yourself in the latter, please feel free to contact me. God Bless Priscilla Marie |